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Where the wicker is weary,
But the wick still burns,
Comes a stagnant stillbirth
Of gossamer and fiber.
They look upon her
And shuffle glances, muttering:
"From the silk she's returned."
But the wick still burns,
Comes a stagnant stillbirth
Of gossamer and fiber.
They look upon her
And shuffle glances, muttering:
"From the silk she's returned."
Literature
notesleep
playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
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
Apocalypta
Dawn breaks soft,
You are sun glare
in the rearview;
and I, the heavy mist
ahead
on a road that forgets to end.
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This poem was made up on the spot to describe one of my small art pieces. I can't believe I haven't taken the time to submit it as literature.
Words to Know
wicker - pliable twigs that are plaited or woven to make items such as furniture and baskets.
stagnant - unmoving and still places of water, often having an unpleasant smell as a consequence.
stillbirth - The birth of an infant that has died in the womb.
gossamer - a fine, filmy substance consisting of cobwebs spun by small spiders.
Written by Nic Swaner. To claim otherwise is plagiarism.
Words to Know
wicker - pliable twigs that are plaited or woven to make items such as furniture and baskets.
stagnant - unmoving and still places of water, often having an unpleasant smell as a consequence.
stillbirth - The birth of an infant that has died in the womb.
gossamer - a fine, filmy substance consisting of cobwebs spun by small spiders.
Written by Nic Swaner. To claim otherwise is plagiarism.
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This is a fine poem. It's gentle in form but bites the reader through the thinnest portion of the heart wall. 