Category: Poetry

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

Crisp, golden leaves drink

in sunlight and break underfoot

into pieces like ripped

bits of paper dried with ink.

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-Alina

 

Holding, grasping, pleading

sun shine licks the back

of my neck and rises earlier

to warm the soft ground

holding onto every last

moment, as it is shortened

by seconds, minutes and

hours.

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-Alina