Poem #132 (Stained Memories)

Minds flayed and slashed

against the pavement

the hot boiling sun looming

down upon them

cooking them in the heat.

There are memories and

thoughts now dried

up and smudged

staining the ground.


 

Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina

p.s. I have changed the titles of my “Free Hand” poems to just “Poem” this is just something I decided to do. I think it is more straightforward and makes more sense than just “Free Hand” even though all the poems in the format are technically free hand poems.

Moon Goddess (poem #129)

The sun buries itself down into the bodies of the hills

and I sink into an abyss of sleepless darkness in the night,

where did you find yourself? across the ocean?

or into another realm? where the sun never rises and

the moon is your goddess?

@alinahappyhansenwriter

I wrote “Moon Goddess (poem 129)” in January 2018, now almost five years later I find myself still obsessing over the same themes: nature, powerful forces, and the abstract “you” another version of self? Read more of my #poetry and #writing at www.alinahappyhansenwriter.com Text in video reads: “Moon Goddess (poem 129) The sun buries itself down into the bodies of the hills and I sink into an abyss of sleepless darkness in the night, where did you find yourself? across the ocean? or into another realm? where the sun never rises and the moon is your goddess?” #poetontiktok #poetrytok2022 #writersoftiktok #writerscommunityoftiktok #amwriting #foryoupage #fyp

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