samia - exhibiting a nice sense of control over the poetic medium of writing short pieces

I feel nothing

Not grateful

Nor grace –full

I feel true

I don’t pretend

I feel blue.


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It’s a fight

to take off

this cloak.

off

from me -

Draped

With such magnitude.




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Just like waking

From a mid-dream,




My permanent soul

Usually soars-




But sometimes

This depth of feeling

Comes,

As if by god speed.



An enchanted day

Lies,

Frozen

Forgotten

All in a rushed heat.




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Faded smiles-

remain;

like an old dream.

Incomplete fragments,

remain-

embedded;

but in their own

strange ways

are

calm...

serene.




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The swaying

still smells fresh,




The silver

still rhythmic.




All were enchanted.




A sole wind

could unsettle

the delicate.




The silence:

still draped

around my shoulders.

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You hand me dollops

and dollops of talk.

So fluffy.

So many.

I cannot eat them

anymore.




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