Tag: Poetry
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Träumerei
You knocked when summer ended, bringing with you cold winds and turning leaves. Your eyes questioned me, in the small cracks of my great pretense, always precise, always correct, painful incisions in places that light left untouched. You turned, when autumn began, into importance – another lifetime to add to the many I already lived;…
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Sonnenschein
Those mirthless eyes have found my soul; peered too deep, stared too long, that the void in me stirred, stared, and gasped, then curled away from your incandescence. You are the almost with every step, my every story of you, with you, without you, without me, accepting that in this life your mirthless eyes will…
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Vielleicht
The perhaps that lingered in the rain, still, insurmountable, suffocating, nestled upon my breast and made a home. Now I know what perhaps was, it was your goodbye, lonely, corrosive, permanent, which was worth the heartache of the hello that came before.
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Sonntag
You were the quiet morning with hurried steps, the aged creak of the swinging blue doors, the clipped tone that declared my name in the summer. You are now the quiet nights in smoky streets, the sinking hole within my chest, the unknown ache in every word whispered in prayer. I am the storm that…
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Indelible
Coincidentally, there was you under the fluorescent light, far from incandescent, comfortable in the ordinary, and I, in the last sighs of summer – sweating, hurried – was finally seeing you, who have become so painfully indelible.
Stars Shined Down 