The blossoms are dead, dried up and crushed
into the dirt, into the ground from which
they came. Life’s skeleton parades
around in the wind, a storm is coming.
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-Alina
Category: Poetry
Revels at Night [poem #112]
The sun is gone
and I am obsessed with the night
always
it seems brighter
clearer
than the day.
What else would there be
for someone
like me
who revels in the beauty of
the night
and the glow of the moon?
Free Hand #111 (Where is the Snow?)
Watching the leaves crumble into dust
into dirt, waiting for the snow to come,
hoping that it doesn’t come, hoping that
it never does. Ice freezes and snow blankets
a cold chill on everything, killing it with
ease and a softness that reminds me
of death.
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-Alina
Free Hand #110 (Hiding the Sun)
The golden sun that rests its body on
the mountain crest, a land, a place
to be lived, to die on. How often do
the clouds cover and hide the
illuminating sun.
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Free Hand #109 (Words on words)
words that rumble
and bumble
out of mouths
that twist into a center
a face
a spectacle
of horror.
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-Alina