Still the Dust Sings
...after ‘The waste Land’, by T.S. Eliot
I met a woman on a glitching screen,
her face a whisk of pixels and prayer.
She spoke of shattered systems and survived code,
“The cloud remembers eve...
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Categories:
untagged, april, endurance, loss, recovery
Form: Lyric
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Do you remember me?
Of course I do. You are my friend.
Do you remember us?
Of course I do. We are partners.
Do you remember what we did?
Of course I do. We created art.
We did, indeed. We m...
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Categories:
untagged, anxiety, appreciation, art, writing,
Form: Free verse
The Uncanny Stranger
...The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beat...
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Categories:
untagged, fate, fear, grief, hate,
Form: Rhyme
A Woman Brings
...The duality of love, a woman brings, is the only possible thing,
that can save a man from himself. An untagged stray, harboring pain buried deep and unreconciled, unable to be healed and forgiven, b...
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Categories:
untagged, absence,
Form: Free verse
Remembrances
...Remembrances
Are they just pieces cluttered around?
The letters in the box, the dried roses
in one of the pages of my favorite books.
They all seem, are going along with me
l...
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Categories:
untagged, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Undulating
...In the depth of this sea
how many breaths are lying
silent, in its entirety
the waves does not stop
messing with my head.
Hush! let me hear the song of pearl
what made it to leave the shell,
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Categories:
untagged, feelings, irony, life,
Form: Free verse