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Slipping winter's shawl
from blossoming branches,
she whistles with the birds.
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remuneration
there were dreams of abasement, tearing up at the thought of
the noxious corners of your eyes. i saw them at a glance and fell
headfirst in the Styx, catching billowing waves of uncertainty and
heartache. they crashed with a decade-begrudged mind that was far
from healing -- far from me.
and though the fall was abrasive and the
waves, their own harangue, their heartache
and toxins faded & found graphite talismans
engraved in a red wrist warmer.
the ground that my blood decorated, with a history of broken bone
marrows now showed how unnecessary a transplant w
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the only time
i say baby there’s too much weakness
we bled god to death like a dried up felt-tip pen
it is time to find another excuse for our shortcomings
but when your gutter vessels shudder
under pockmarked blotter
it is guilt
underscored in red
-
this vibration
don’t
the sellotape the tear duct
the paper knife
the whip of risk the bodies at your feet
the every inherently senseless sacrifice
couldn’t satisfy this
-
i say there’s nothing to apologize for
but sometimes
the yellow in the sky feels dated
as i walk away
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one
we will become silhouettes
slowly, first,
like candle wax melting:
you lose the colour in your memories.
my sunflower rainboots
become dust,
stuck in my hair, dust.
the room lies in silence.
behind my ears, i kept a bit of melancholy
but i lost it yesterday.
the winds smoothed out that edge
to your smile that was like the beard of a key,
fitting just right.
we were solid ground.
"forever". now,
the room lies in silence.
we were warm skin, once.
tomorrow, as the day comes up,
we will be left as merely silhouettes.
half-forgotten
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Day can we just, like, all take time off (and get paid for it) until after the holidays?
-- Another entry for my current fairy tales project, in which spring/a tree (Cinderella) sings (enchants?) the birds. Obviously inspired by the scene in the Disney movie where the birds and mice are helping Cinderella dress.November 12, 2013
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Hi. It's a really beautiful moment and image you've captured here. I like the alliteration; it's not over the top, even for a short poem. I just don't really get the title. The way I read it, this haiku depicts the transition from Winter to Spring, and I don't see where Cinderella fits in there. I'd be happy if you would enlighten me. Thanks for a enjoyable read 