Popular Symbolism Poems

We don't say it    
but our bones melt into one  
and become the shape of it.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Monastic ripples fade
in gratitude we bowed our heads
to celebrant silence

I dream in hints of hibiscus
white crowned magnolia blossoms
have covered this path

I came here to bring the last salmon home
entered into miasma wind
magpies mimicked
vernally so

I was not defined by name
now I am earthen
gestating  

Annwyn


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I hear her on one again
and my eye rolls with
don't-even-starts

on a saturday morning
after a circus of
recycled insomnia,

my abdomen cramps
angrily in
what the fuck
have you done
this time pal

I think the last
ball shark
hauled itself
on the shore

baring it's teeth
to leftovers of
my meat
my blood

but I
remember
how you
can't swallow
what you
cannot
take in,

nowadays
I wear tongue
more than
fist.