Glass
...I was born with a glass heart
Completely see through
And Well understood
Very fragile
And taken very wrong.
Quite poor, it also happened to be shaped like a ball.
It got tossed around.
Hi...
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Categories:
spiderwebbed, 7th grade, anxiety, break
Form: Free verse
The Dying Man
...Spiderwebbed folds hang from each arm
as moss will from an aged cypress.
He sometimes raises haggard hands
as if he dreams of rising again,
or to cover bleary eyes.
The world is his mind.
Day...
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Categories:
spiderwebbed, poetry,
Form: Free verse
What Substance Will Our Thoughts Incarn
...What substance will our thoughts incarn?
What will we flesh it out with?
Our thoughts,
Our past,
Our dreams,
Our hopes,
Our fears?
The frame is set, the choices now are ou...
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Categories:
spiderwebbed, deep, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Bloodless On Mother's Day
...There is a glare of stray sunlight
daring to reverberate
through spiderwebbed glass I haven't
found energy to fix
in the span of four years.
It is too much of a mirror,
too tangible a thought,
to mak...
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Categories:
spiderwebbed, allegory, angst, childhood, daughter,
Form: Elegy