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Tag: poem
Meet You At The Station
Alternate realities parallel linear logic – Non-ego driven forays into magical mysteries – answers not supplied – Float in orgasmic, ethereal landscapes – kaleidoscopic colours unseen
Irrational
Past, present, future time sequentially frozen – logic holds no sway when fear and emotions rear, exist despite boundaries. (A tanka for Ronovan Writes Haiku
Creating
Winter – the colour of my hair, a sedentary state of being, the numbing over of ambitions… These are but illusions… I am fluid, essence
Still Life
“If you smell juice,” Mother said, “Do, please put on shine, and whisper at me – am having beauty sleep, rusting from the sun.” Together,
The Un-Lived Marriage
Children’s laughter echoes through these halls, and we light on last log against the gathering chill – our hearts aglow with memories – some cherished,
