I want
to
cry…
but I
can’t
remem
ber
how to
cry
I just
sit
and I
stare
bathe
my
eyes
in
the
air
to
sting
tears
fall
ing
Visual poetry
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Tears
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song of comfort
(new version)
memories hum
with scented refrain
of seasons’ drift
drowsy sun
turning
winters cradled in
silver down…
an eternal song
merging
here, then, now
breathe the wind
touch the colours
feel the earth
dust motes whirl
on a passing breeze
a fleeting kiss
wandering atoms
weaving
dancing home to
timeless pulse ~
unified whole
mingling
souls gone by
feel the earth
taste the air
sing the wind
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Core
exhale
awareness nestling into velvet silence
sound, touch, sigh of the world
softly settling into stillness
words drift unspooling
feathers of paper ash
melting on a breath
mind releasing
falling aside
depthless
timeless
here
now
am
.
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