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Polaris–
everyone else seems to
walk in pairs
2
mother in the sun a trail of children
3
finding her sweater
suddenly back together
in Iceland
4
full moon... so distant my love
5
she is hot too
resting in my shadow
ant
6
blackbird–
I call it a day
at dawn
7
half moon...
without her
I am too
8
venus a sky apart from the half moon
9
darkness floating through the city into the lake
10
on my forehead perspiration in my beard morning dew...
11
crescent moon
mother goddess of all
bananas
12
in the rain
squinting at a star
winking back
13
dawn...
the eastern sky turns
green?
14
rainy night
the furry moth too
shivers
15
crack-crack!
both wheels passing over
the snail
16
stormy night
I can hear the sea
in the trees
Polaris–
everyone else seems to
walk in pairs
2
mother in the sun a trail of children
3
finding her sweater
suddenly back together
in Iceland
4
full moon... so distant my love
5
she is hot too
resting in my shadow
ant
6
blackbird–
I call it a day
at dawn
7
half moon...
without her
I am too
8
venus a sky apart from the half moon
9
darkness floating through the city into the lake
10
on my forehead perspiration in my beard morning dew...
11
crescent moon
mother goddess of all
bananas
12
in the rain
squinting at a star
winking back
13
dawn...
the eastern sky turns
green?
14
rainy night
the furry moth too
shivers
15
crack-crack!
both wheels passing over
the snail
16
stormy night
I can hear the sea
in the trees
Literature
December 5, 2016
When the feelings fade away
what becomes of love?
what is "I love you"?
was this ever love?
Yes
But those feelings are now a distant idea
so they do not mean much to me now
which kills me
because it will kill You
I pray this is just a superficial moment
for how else could I not care?
The truth is,
I care too much
yet so,
it isn't love
for now
Literature
2010
'07
What did I tell you in 2007?
The celebration of time together now done,
Bent on leaving, unwilling to stay,
Behind your childish eyes.
I told you not to go.
Rhetoric patriotic riotic feud poured
From a hormone-fueled mouth,
As you promised me, the tree,
our class, king country, and God
That you would return safely.
You promised us you would not die.
'08
I reasoned with you, I begged you,
But you went anyway.
Maybe it was the figure you cut
in uniform,
Maybe it was the red blood blood-red
rhetoric already half false,
Maybe it was a mind half rotted,
finally cracking under the pressure of a consta
Literature
Virginal Year
It feels like poetry for a new beginning:
Running in slow motion,
Laying a fresh path in the
Tentative first snow of a virginal year.
Your hand shapes a safe home in which my
Shivering fingers nestle;
You sow a field of forgetting
Over the weary road behind.
Untouched and unafraid, this
Unfamiliar unconditionality, this
Darkness so vivid, this
Uncertainty so certain.
We build that which is
From that which we were.
In the sanctity of our year,
In the unwritten and pure,
You and I are as new in this moment
As ever we have been.
We are here.
We are now.
We are.
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August of 2009 that is.
9: The river flowing through the city I just moved from is called Svartån which means The black stream.
13: My my, deuteranopia (red-green colourblindness) sure makes life interesting sometimes.
15: I felt so sorry for it!
9: The river flowing through the city I just moved from is called Svartån which means The black stream.
13: My my, deuteranopia (red-green colourblindness) sure makes life interesting sometimes.
15: I felt so sorry for it!
© 2009 - 2024 Djoseph
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The loneliness of #7 and #8 is beautiful
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