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when did it feel like plums? the first time you pulled my lip. when did the breeze come to life? the first time you lifted my skirt. sor...
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I think you were always meant to know me a little better than anyone else. And our lives were fated to converge like some cosmic dance. I ...
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I just don't know what I just don't know and stewing won't change that. But baked apples for breakfast and bed sheets to str...
Such a fascinating, awesome use of language here. I LOVE the word Selah (almost named my daughter that), and the pause it brings. The idea of being "broken sleep" is intriguing. I love when a poem makes me ponder further. Well done, and so happy you linked up over at the dVerse Quadrille.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure to break in with a Pausal poem. Thank you
ReplyDeleteNice lines: "to keep the ghosts
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silent"
Really love the use of a word unknown to me here... it added a lot.
ReplyDeleteThere is this omimous silence, as if death is just near. Selah!
ReplyDeleteI know the broken sleep and longing for death by pills.. luckily time really does heal, or at least removes the need for absolute silence.
ReplyDeleteIt's always a toss-up, whether to listen to what's said in a huanted house, or, listening, whether to laugh or cry.
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