i have moved
without your moving me
i have seen
what you have not
i remember
all that might have been
i know what you forgot
ashes, ashes...
some of the worst days come when we are nostalgic about something we never really had: true love, certainty, time... our memories hold false...
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The witch lived in a house in the forest, as witches often do. It was, in fact, a gingerbread house of sorts, or at least a house with &quo... -
i am a basket holding a history. i am a jumble of tales. i am a princess in a tower, who loves each stone. i am a princess in a tower, ... -
baba yaga's home is the place you go when everything else has fallen apart tucked in twisty trees fenced with stacks of bones bone...
This little poem says so much. It's rhythm and rhyme make it especially memorable.
ReplyDeleteI have read and re-read your last three posts. Your poems touch me deeply.
thank you ever so! i value your reading time and your comments.
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