April 2019

Difference (poem #394)

There is a difference between the two,

the spaces between the night that plague

and bodies that move.

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-Alina

There are too many dead folk here, I can’t breathe.

And the spaces between them hold me together

in the unknown dark space of the night.

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-Alina

The sun is out and it is annoying. There are too many words here and too many lies

in the broken speeches of the night. There are too many dreams lying

in the dark eyes of the morning sun. What do I dream of in the closed night

in the broken dreams? The sky in the night of the dead, holding down

the shapes of the water.

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-Alina

Clouds softly flow

across skies of cerulean

a voice in the distance calling,

and I swear I can make out

words, then I realize

it’s a crow talking.

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-Alina

Rain falls, Easter day,

blossoms scatter in the wind

press against windows, doors.

Thunder above, darkness gathers

cold smell of rain,

a new beginning.

Thank you for reading!

-Alina