…actually, why not?
twine of the velvet
fixed in virtual light
sup from the nectar given
flutter from sight to site
two of the four given
stone of a legend, living
in hope of ancient
times yet to come
twice in a morn
the sun, risen
high beyond the cusp
of a world unwitnessed
unbroken: written.
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morning madness
three seconds to sunrise
a moment of memory
intense in its clarity
leading to all kinds of
oh my god you just did that
absurdities
that look sligtly insane
in clear daylight
the settled soberness
of an untroubled mind
a chuckle, a sigh
those minutes to remember
oh yes, that time
sometimes it’s nice
to go a little crazy
once in a while.
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quiet steps
across sunny stone
scaling the depth of summer
white stairs
solemnly clear
bright
in their commemoration
of a cruel time
now used daily
as a resting place
by those visiting from abroad.
*
after sunset
voices rise
to glasses raised
laughter rippling
across fountains
sparkling in fanning light
lives lived
among strangers
together
on ancient steps
once built by a great power
then everpresent
now lying low
among the weathered stone
remembered
but no longer known.
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the sword of a soothing look
cuts loose the meteor of affection
*
joy withers
in a moment of crisp
bright, brittle
understanding
frissoned with threads of doubt
of sight and senses
but the heart knows
what is meant
and will not concede to
willful self
deceit
*
three heartbeats worth of relief
hope restored
there is light
no comet flashing
stark against the void
but an ancient fire
kindled by the first of flames
alive, living
knowing, known.
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shades of blue
highlighting dusk
summer quiet in the streets
warmth descending
flames flickering
on blackened wicks
lighting an evening
where stories are told
in many voices
laughter filling the dark
never mind messages
sent and received
shining off polished screens
this here
is what life is for:
hours of togetherness
moments of bliss.
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Words, images & collages tossed from a window.
Essays, notes & interviews on why literary fiction matters to human living
small press. great publishing.
but don't take my word for it
Home hub & scribble space of Prose Writer & Poet Kristiane Weeks-Rogers (she/hers), author of poetry collection: 'Self-Anointment with Lemons'.
A journey from one end of the bookshelf to the other
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