September 2018

Forgotten Dreams (poem #310)

Dreaming wakeful, alive

and holding you, clinging to

every last piece before

it slips away into the

unconsciousness.

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-Alina

Boxes opened, shut

inside unknown mysteries

screeching and calling,

to open it, release the cries

a desire, a longing

to see what will happen.

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-Alina

Eyes in the shadows gleam

watching the moving figures

come in and out of the building,

the sun blinding, waiting

for an opportunity.

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-Alina

Roads traveled, worn down

into rubble. A missed step

a wrong turn and a fall

into the gravel.

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Electric kettle sits

pale and full to the spout

with water. Insert prongs into

socket. Click button. Bubbles rumbling

toil, warm water churning.

A high pitched screech, a jet of steam.

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-Alina