Destruction, a pale glass
shards spread far apart, hiding
within every available crevice,
the moment, a shattering
a sound echoing through
space and time and in that moment
all listen to the destruction.
-Alina
Tag: writer’s life
Endless Nights (poem #410)
Endless nights,
the morning sun cannot reach me
I drink in the dark night sky
absorbing the glow of stars,
dead suns glittering and other
such implodings, the sun cannot
reach me, I am alive with the
night.
-Alina
Dreams (poem #409)
What are the dreams
that invade your mind?
Hopes and destruction
laced with innermost fears
and desires, what are the
dreams you choose to ignore?
-Alina
Lift and Shake(poem #408)
Words lift and shake,
meanings signified and altered
perceptions becoming traditions,
our lives calculated measures.
-Alina
Ink and Paper (poem #407)
Layered pages, compact and
worded, phrases woven, speech
mimicked. So much depends
on ink and paper.
-Alina