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They inhabited her eyes,
the hidden, darkened galaxies
where stars danced unceasingly
protected by the Night velveteen blanket.
In her deep... deep... sleep
adrift, lost within the fabric of dreamswhere stars danced unceasingly
protected by the Night velveteen blanket.
In her deep... deep... sleep
she weaved, she stitched,
she mended, she blended
beyond, in the Autumn mist... a poem.
Her soul more than the shell of her body
filled with ink, filled with words.
A moment in between
the almost imperceptible movement of each breath.
Suddenly,
in the sky... in her heart
a myriad of raining stars.
*K
MARCH
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blackbird refrain.
Mine is a nation of songbirds.
Even now amongst the cliffs of
noise, the walls of peeling engines
and a thousand tongues speaking
in tandem in an edifice of sound,
I hear them still. Blackbirds
dotting the stripped branches of
warped beeches, the flitting of thrushes
amongst the shrubbery of landscaped
office spaces, I hear them trill.
A constant lyric of avian emotion,
their sentiments mixing with mine as
dusk nestles itself in the unlit
corners of London’s neon streets.
I hear them still, as I wander
quiet backstreets in the footsteps of my
Victorian ancestors, wondering if they
heard the same lineage of musicians
weavi
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in retrograde
here again i name myself an elegy for soft.
the ghosts unstitching their mouths–
impossible inevitable inconsequence.
the remainder. the echo. the wake.
pared to the bone, marrow unraveled;
a web of stars racked to the machine. soft;
you dead dreamweaver. threaded-needle-tongue.
here again this slingshot orbit cups an untouched moon.
claim yourself new. become untouchable. you remember:
this reassembly, this reinvention of choice.
become a fist pressed to the apex.
cut the compass out of your mouth.
soft; unspeak yourself again. you remember:
this funeral sacrament of a stopgap creed,
vacant planet unspun to wire–
clear th
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Pitter patter pit
A soothing call to slumber
warm afternoon rain
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English version of my poem "Chuva de Estrelas"
A poem born from a private challenge between me and my dear friend
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A poem born from a private challenge between me and my dear friend
© All Copyrights Reserved. You may not post, modify or reproduce any of
my artworks without my written authorization.
© 2017 - 2024 Kay-March
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Special, strong and very beautiful poem
