silent to my blood
along the bone garden
I have known the
women, living and dead,
eyes seized the one moon,
(a ghost sleeps)
in my body
dissociating a star at my spring bones
my garden, my home
a sparse death in my hair
the wind.
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15 responses to “Silent to my blood.”
This wordplay.
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Thank you! ☺️
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Physical poetry, gardens illuminated by haunting specters of the moon (oddly threatening here), and a macabre tension between movement and breaking. Once again, you craft an elegant window into your mind’s working. It is good to see you back to your style.
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Thank you, Masa. ❤ Admittedly, I just reposted an oldie of mine here but still glad you could enjoy. 😁 Thank you again for the lovely feedback.
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Well I’m terribly embarrassed to have mistaken the timeline, but a good poem is timeless. I won’t retract a single compliment!
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Hahaha, no need to be embarrassed. 😀 Thank you so much.
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Darkly beautiful.
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Thank you!
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My pleasure.🌹
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❤️❤️
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Sombering yet enchanting. Loving this. Truly and deeply.
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Thank you!
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This is gorgeous writing.
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Thank you so much!
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Such a pleasure. 🍁
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