Category: Miriam Miles Poetry
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He sits in the chair, all arms and legs, hands expressing freefall thoughts;
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whilst drowning…
some days, (whilst drowning), a life boat comes not in some form of saviour,
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slide
i’m sliding out of a skin
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Alice
Now and then, a pocket of time sits within my grasp,
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21st Century Zombie
Homage to the 21st Century Parent.
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twist
“Life is like a box of chocolates…”
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rinse. repeat
my fingers run the script word count front of mind time knocking on the door
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threshold
she stands at the door and knocks, the Alice in her wondering at the adventures that lay behind it, her feet twitching in excitement for the slippery dip
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water-logged
sopping up the dribble, hands and feet, fretting over every drop, its stain on the floor, its presence
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Plates
jeering a grin water-coloured crystal shimmer spindle-esqe discs spin
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Fragments
Scattered they are strewn confetti pieces of fragments
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Light Bearers
We are the Light Bearers, we carry firelight in our bones, our sinews resonate with its pulse, our blood dances to its beat.
Miriam E. Miles 