celestial bodies move,
the sun opens and the eyes drink
in the day. stars align above
and the world keeps on
spinning. it’s not the same.
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Author: Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet
Alina Happy Hansen is a writer, poet, and blogger based in San Francisco. Besides writing nearly 24/7 and reading stacks of books, Alina enjoys watching classic horror films and listening to Stoner Metal. She holds a Bachelors of Arts in English with a Minor in Writing and Rhetoric Studies from The University of Utah.
the sun bends (poem #589)
the sun bends, convex lens
convey the meaning in sunbeams
light painted on the floor,
the window open, the birds
talking talking talking,
about the sun, about the coming
of Spring.
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Sun dives down [poem #588]
Sun bathes the eyes. I am here and waiting.
Waiting for something new. Something alive and
dead to return. The sun dives down. Where are you going?
In the darkness of this room, I can’t see a thing.
dreams (poem #587)
dreams swallow
into brain, swim through
capillaries, into, neurons
into cell, dreaming
Spoken into Creation [poem #586]
Is there a world to
find? The eyes, close,
mouth open, smile,
gnarling pearls inside
tongue pink and warm
holding, dreaming words
yet spoken into creation.
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