Engaisi

thank you, Autumn Studio, for this photo

ground caves in for the collective
carvings from deep divisions decided its borders
they fall in
a mirrored vortex dance on its way down
to knowing the deepest parts of ourselves
that show up in the public and influence its course
without our knowing
our deepest shadows working behind us
creating realities we gasp at in the news
strangers of the same flesh
need to reunite in the grey

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listen and stop
to that that is musical and rich
wanting no wealth
from the kings counted coins in crime
whose canon fired before morning dew fell
to feed the earth its clarity
the ground thirsted in sneak peeps
until it lived no more
southwest of here lays its end
where time, covered in a crimson red cloak
refused to go pay its respects
it instead called to stage yet another take
against the blue and black of all that is vast
the dark and empty
the full and dancing
another round of applause

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a reflection on what I like about poetry

Thanks to Digital Content Writers India for this photo.

good penmanship might radiate
show a certain pattern of color
that streams through a mind
comes out and wear clothes
that make it unique
it might be a prism that refracts
one beam into many
the distincts that make up the one
allowing an examination of the borders between them
good penmanship does its ink justice
letting its hues stand before time’s scrutinizing eyes, unrelenting in fuzzying its shapes
sampled in the gallery of fonts
curled to a specific taste that can only be written once
it tests the patience of the tongue that licks the quill
until the tongue makes a word for this difficulty
good penmanship is best written and served in silence

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Thank you, Tabea Schimpf, for this photo

when old favorites come back to me
they knock all over again on what used to be our door
with a different cadence to their knock
shapen by new muscle twitches learned in the time we were apart
so they are always new to me
in that comforting familiar sense
and in that meeting of us again after being apart
may I be an old favorite coming back to you

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Thank you, Tyler Moulton, for this photo

You say your name
As if it was with guilt, snatched from the sands of time
But your name was built by them
Proudly and by chance granted to you
For you to do honor by it
So say your name like it is yours
Feel it in your blood and bones
The vibrations of the sound
Let them wake you up
And know it is you here
By chance of divine unfolding
And move with grace, certainty, and love

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Engaisi

Engaisi

Fascinated by the familiar yet strange of the everyday.