Submissions by AlpacaSandwich
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2015 10:52pm
3rd Aug 2015 10:52pm
Cycles
he eats an orange
every night
before going
to bed
early morning
fades into
the stagnant
ache of summer
he waits
the pitted reflection
of the kitchen window
parts like skin
along the edge
of his knife
every night
before going
to bed
early morning
fades into
the stagnant
ache of summer
he waits
the pitted reflection
of the kitchen window
parts like skin
along the edge
of his knife
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jul 2015 2:03am
30th Jul 2015 2:03am
Early Fall Poem
the leaves fall
like crumpled
paper birds
early shadows
fold and
unfold with
the upturned
pulse of the trees
by tomorrow
the passing
rush of the geese
will have forgotten
our separate hands
the sound
of our footsteps
falling in and
out of time
like crumpled
paper birds
early shadows
fold and
unfold with
the upturned
pulse of the trees
by tomorrow
the passing
rush of the geese
will have forgotten
our separate hands
the sound
of our footsteps
falling in and
out of time
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jul 2015 7:38pm
28th Jul 2015 7:38pm
By the Duck Pond
old leaves
follow
the curve
of the water
and now
that the rain
has ended
the trees bend
their branches,
heavy with the push
of the fading season,
towards the shadows growing
in the long
fingers of the grass
follow
the curve
of the water
and now
that the rain
has ended
the trees bend
their branches,
heavy with the push
of the fading season,
towards the shadows growing
in the long
fingers of the grass
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jul 2015 1:29am
28th Jul 2015 1:29am
6 Months Later
the dogwood trees
are blooming
their petals
tipped in the silver
of the morning
rain
i'm beginning to like
the quiet again
the shifting hands
of the clock
brushing hours
against my shoulder
are blooming
their petals
tipped in the silver
of the morning
rain
i'm beginning to like
the quiet again
the shifting hands
of the clock
brushing hours
against my shoulder
445 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jul 2015 1:28am
28th Jul 2015 1:28am
Two Impressions of Early Summer
dull pink rises
over the growing
weight
of the houses
between
the quiet hours
the morning glories
close their petals
against the evening
rain
over the growing
weight
of the houses
between
the quiet hours
the morning glories
close their petals
against the evening
rain
416 reads
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