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These Precious Moments

Twisting the neck of a delusional swan
Floating by on the surface of this whimsical moment
Sunshine has bought himself a dress
As spring cleans out her wardrobe

Golden marching typewriter letters
Puffing out propaganda
When things loose their form and grace
Season illusions find their number

Revolving doors crash the heal of the slow man
Wincing emerald eyes of a glass pamphlet
G seven walks on insect legs-your voice singing
Softens the ash metal of our separation

Reading upside-down on a Sunday afternoon
Sharp toothpick, a touch, a fleeting vibration of sand,
As it shifts and tastes it’s self to a hunger strike
Retreating to where the waves loose themselves
In their own breaking.

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Inspired by my beautiful partner, because “Inspiration is what you are to me”

“To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are”

Pablo Neruda

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  • Arcadia Tempest
    Arcadia Tempestover 3 years ago

    Wow…. second time reading this and it is possible that you have captured the entirety of the inspiration felt but also a moment of it as well.
    Each stanza is a celebrated filled mixture of touch and thought.
    I love how your mind computes imagery and slices it up for us to layer as we choose in our own mind :O))xxx

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  • Ushna Sardar
    Ushna Sardarover 3 years ago

    great write!

  • uncleblack
    uncleblackover 3 years ago

    really vivid work, great read.

  • Robert Knapman
    Robert Knapmanover 3 years ago

    This is such a beautiful tapestry of sensations. I’d love to explore these even more. Some of my favourites are…sunshine buying himself a dress, reading upside down on a sunday afternoon, and waves that lose themselves in their own breaking….sigh….

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