poetry
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Sandcastles
*Image found HERE Sandcastles Elusive thoughtslike barely lucid windsslipping through the door cracks,gliding inobtrusive,adjusting their bow tiesand would say to sorrowSorry, I did not mean to pryon your praying.The carpet full of crumbs.The dust translucent.The universe decays. Continue reading
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Carbon footprint
A slew of first time acceptances, Happiness like a canoe sailing down a drowsy river in the late dusk, Sun thin and caramel, dripping into the wool seams of the night, not a god in sight and you are learning the secret song of the local birds. The thing that makes you want to give. Continue reading
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Call of the Dark Light
Call of the Dark Light Come night, we are Caravaggio’s angelsdisrobed of their halos.In the moonlight, bouncing off the window,the reflection of our hands scares us.The world swallows us like dollopsof rotten milk. Tomorrow, we are but the silkstrings of the cocoon of a beautiful googrowing butterflies. Daylight ‘s burning ,candles flicker over love letters,the… Continue reading
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The Lazy Cupid
The Lazy Cupid If IPicked you upSomeLoveAt the cornerStore,Where would you put it? TogetherWith theGraves of daisiesYou saw –Your heart skippedAnd decidedTo uproot them? Nudged betweenThe books of poems,Pigeon feathers –Too pretty for the sidewalk;In the braille that you read toSoothe them? SlippedBetween the crumbsAnd crawlsOf day old bread,Wrapped in tinfoil,TuckedTo the back of the… Continue reading
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Rorschach spring – abstract poetry collection
A presentation of a new abstract poetry collection, ‘Rorschach spring’, by Mirjana M., touching on creation, designing and publishing the collection. Continue reading
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Bargain
‘Bargain” – a mixed media digital collage piece, that doubles like a short snippet of a poem/rambling thought. The snippet from the collage reads: ‘bargaining for dying stars the void leaves a voice message : lorem ipsum dolor sit amat, consectetur’ As part of a graphic design course I have been attending online for a… Continue reading
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Thank you, _____ , for NaPo day #30
Thank you, _______ The name was sorrow of a prudish rainquiet and playing with the cloudsas though they are pearls, togallop its sadness out from a restless sea,my wants the beads of the rosary,counted and torn out;the me I knew would have glued our bodies backinto a house of cards,the pain would simmer between a… Continue reading
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The Bindweeds of Lackadaisy – NaPo day #27
*added translation to Serbian below the original The Bindweeds of Lackadaisy We would watch the sundown slowlytipping its orange like a big hollow hatfor our pennies and our dreams –our words dot the trees like wild cherries,our songs smashing against the panesof all the balconies our neighborsglassed up into rooms of no use;a long and… Continue reading
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Queries from the Kitchen – NaPo day #25
Queries from the Kitchen If you were abaker, aproned and cheeks plumpwith flour,plucking from the red dough,pinching the shapes of heartswith no molds,gently pressing betweenthe palmsthen running up the edges with wetfingers and youmake one, and for some reasonthat one is mineand instead of putting me on the baking traywith the rest of the powdered… Continue reading
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Greenchild – NaPo day #22
Greenchild The Elf of Plants At Evening, listens for the slumber of the elksAt Morning, in a Truffled Hat, baits a succinct envy out of selks*,found posing, drooping, head like coins for ancient faresAnd yet it’s whole Career Is fleeter than a Tare This Juggler shuns the rays of sun, shushes ‘neath the trees,the moss… Continue reading
About Me
I don’t mind the sun sometimes,
the images it shows,
I can taste you on my lips
and feel you in my clothes.
Cinnamon and sugary
and softly spoken lies,
you never know just how you look
through other people’s eyes



Recent Comments
We all go back to sand in the end. I like the word play in this.
Thank you so much for reading and for the heartfelt comment, I always love when my poems are likened to…
I think we do remember, in both instances, just that sometimes the fearful ones are remembered perhaps without our will…
Thank you so much, I am glad someone else can remember their first mango, or any other fruit really. I…
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