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Constellations constantly elated,
dilapidatedly dilated, we compare
our outdated starlight to dust motes
vacuumed away in an instant dangerously.
dilapidatedly dilated, we compare
our outdated starlight to dust motes
vacuumed away in an instant dangerously.
Literature
Apocalypta
Dawn breaks soft,
You are sun glare
in the rearview;
and I, the heavy mist
ahead
on a road that forgets to end.
Literature
Endless
Memories so visceral
I can still taste them,
like the salty sweet wash of your skin
after a slow morning run
in the dancing summer rain.
Eyes a shade of amber,
golden flakes glowing in the warmth
of a crackling fire,
your lips parted like an envelope
I'm aching to seal.
Words whispered silently,
a tender glance exchanged,
an undulation of emotion,
a burst of color and a blast of light,
two lone figures unite.
Hands in the dirt,
knees in the slushing mud,
battle weary and fatigued,
I trudge step by step
toward the peak of this moment,
a banner raised,
emblazoned with your name.
For I'd rather die on the hill,
swathed in the regalia of my d
Literature
Trying to Clear My Mind
Invisible until,
a smile seen through a window.
A bright light ensnaring a moth.
Handsome, quiet mystery.
Many reasons to walk away,
but... a puzzle and I reluctantly,
obsessed. Trying to turn away,
but piqued by music, art, creativity!
Just let it go, let it go,
why can't I let it go. Filled with curiosity.
The best way out is through.
Must unravel the mystery.
Would he meet for coffee,
a phone call,
a text?
c2018 SAH
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Written 11/26/2014
Part of the Bitlets project.
Bitlets 237 © 2014 Nic Swaner
Part of the Bitlets project.
Bitlets are about quantity, not quality. Free-write at least one a day about what is on your mind, going on around you, or the state of your life. Ignore the urge to edit; it's not about being profound on purpose, it's about stumbling on it by accident.About this Bitlet
This poem is based off of the opening lyrics of a Bike For Three! song where singer Buck 65 says the first three words in the poem a little differently: "Constellations constant elation." I re-purposed those words for a little poem about how we put too much meaning into "outdated" stars.Browse Bitlets
Bitlets 237 © 2014 Nic Swaner
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