Tag: Poetry
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mute
I sucked in my breath as her words hung in the air…
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Cumulus
They hang together, hustled by the wind, their cartoon-drawn edges belying their tear-stained hues,
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quiver
I am afraid of that which lies inside
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21
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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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
Miriam E. Miles 