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E. Ray Poem
Everything which
separates as useless
idealism,
everything, but
sleep of leaning
gooseberries
evaporates and
floats. The skies
collected all the
warmth and
sweetness.
And I am nothing
just a mere winged
ant,
which chose to drop
its wings and settle
on a fiber
of fluffy
nothingness. I'll
pass
through sun,
ignoring droughts of
ground,
while living on the
cloud is coldest.
The skies have
gathered all the
noise:
atop of gentle
blades of grass
it blows and drizzle
in small beads
of folly
bringing solutions
to the leaves.
Copyright © E. Ray | Year Posted 2014
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E. Ray Poem
Don’t let the worms touch the brittle petals,
Just blow them to my empty palms
As gentle dream. I can no longer settle
Be lonely as a leafless stalk.
And coltsfoot not roses,
Just coltsfoot surround me
And nothing comes close
As close as a dream comes.
It rains all over our roofs and our raincoats
And we might fall or wither away,
I long for the time,
for the night when the moth comes
But hope for a visit of an insect less gray.
And coltsfoot not roses,
Just coltsfoot surround me
And nothing comes close
As close as a dream comes.
Copyright © E. Ray | Year Posted 2016
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E. Ray Poem
Sparks are living in
you
and they set off
within imperfections
of two faceted
stones, that won‘t
fit with one
another.
Sometimes I still
don't see...
How it works, this
attraction:
it declines, and
again it recovers.
In me linden has
bloomed, there was
many spring rain,
filling puddles
again with new
hopes.
While the soft
ground was trying to
make
a captured spark
sprout,
even the whistling
got lost in the tree
tops.
Well, along all your
words are inaudible.
How it mimics the
melody, mimics the
bird-
it attempts to
repeat, to invite
the light in.
Fish emerge from the
depth of the puddles
gasping words, but a
sound resides in the
lungs.
We're so random. So,
my dear, how it
works, are we even a
match?
Will it live with my
shyness, will it
breath in
all thoughts. I own
beings of shadows
with no shape by
themselves,
overflowing serenity
in dark ravine,
without struggles of
light they won’t
dance, they won’t
melt.
I still blow you a
petal to catch.
Copyright © E. Ray | Year Posted 2014
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E. Ray Poem
I had to flicker like a bengal light,
to feel as jolly and as cold
first snowflake setting on the nose
to melt...
Once stars have vanished from our sights,
what mattered was not quality of clouds,
but weight of doubts
has kept us safe enslaved
and promptly
burning out.
Copyright © E. Ray | Year Posted 2017
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E. Ray Poem
Intoxication with past life – an ache
and something yet unknown
that weakens my once humble bones...
Now structures fold in aspirations.
Am I your dream? Awake or false?
Who's knitted warm and fearless skin,
without a freckle left within?
Without remembrance, without sores
so pale and transparent I lie...
Transform till one of us expires...
Till morning judges if we sinned,
collecting one last thread to spin.
It's something on your tongue that got
the incense rubbed beneath my ears
and conquered mind with lotus roots
made petal imprints on my nails,
it is the thought I've never thought,
and heavy lines of future smeared
from your mischievous ideas.
You are the mistress of the wind,
releasing me from stagnant earth,
but still there is a thread so thin...
The piece of bark to keep the scent.
Copyright © E. Ray | Year Posted 2016
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