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The rain grows near
The heart grows cold
A simple tear
In bread with mold
Coffee at its brim
Left undisturbed
From an unattended whim
When will you return
Recount: Little Bird
Little bird that jumps out near, Little bird there's no one here
Little bird don't stray too far,
Little bird keep in your jar
Why? it chirps, how dim how sweet,
Over there's a little treat
To hear a lark to see a crane
with blurry vision meet the sane.
Shut the door and close the lights, to dream of weightless, solo flights.
To drown the soul and breathe in low, tempo clean and tempo slow.
It is an anxious world we live in.
There is a sickness in my stomach that will not be rid of.
And a dampness and a softness in my head resisting departure.
Somewhere in my lungs has pruned from the wet air that brings me wheezing,
to dry tears.
Five pieces to pass five nights,
Infinite meanings to pass five lives.
sy
Sy.
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5 years ago
Five Night
Haikus.
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elliotstrauss
Elliot
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4 years ago
double digits
A poem if you'll like, of perhaps an endless task; interpret as you will but you are searching for something.
After being back online after a while, I resign myself to the clutches of the mind.
Than...