The sound of marching pawns I've now almost completely forgotten, immersed in this vicious smell of ozone and burning. The thing is...
come smell it again...
this one's
addictive.
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Sadness is.Sadness is...Sadness is.
The tinkle-sound the bud hears of the last icicle dropping off the branch at the end of Winter.
It's the unexpected sharpness in the understory as glittering point pierces loam.
It's how the Spring in the corner wings feels, prematurely unnoticed.
As the last wrinkled rose petal of the Fall is observed, falling in the dirt, it's the domain of the seed beneath it, feeling suddenly overshadowed.
And in the Summer heat, when the dusty passion of two lovers turns to words...
sadness is ...


Salt and PromiseSad, each tear that fallsSalt and Promise
in Winter: the dewy birth
of a child of Fall


Staticright here in the static between our fingertips is the thunder created that fills our storm cloudsStatic
with the promise of happy tears my dear


Desert RoseDo we take chancesDesert Rose
with our finger dances? Steel and blue, melted ice: given freely, our glances
are never stolen twice,
once eagerly taken. Words now safely fail needing no more art. Lips are bound to meet,
to part.
Stems are nipped and pinned, caught before the struggle begins, with the gentle grasp of each others' branches. In this moment before the storm, we dream of each other as vines, intertwining flower lines. Our lightning seeds grow limbs, which tremble in the blow. Though rain immerses porous skin, &nbs
xo!
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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The thing you're not saying is probably the most important thing of all.
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The thing you're not saying is probably the most important thing of all.
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For now we see as through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
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xo!
shane
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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