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Month: November 2019

Here

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I take a knife
to cut the river
in two

I stop the wind
to ask
why

I trust
what I cannot
name

 

By kaplopblogin Pickerel PoemsNovember 30, 2019December 2, 201935 Words

Juice

to be
liquid
in the way
I move
supple
not dry
tasteless
hard
out of
juice

By kaplopblogin Pickerel PoemsNovember 30, 2019February 16, 202116 Words

Needle

a button waits
a needle hums

a thread whispers
through the eye

calm ascends
the button holds

as I
mend

By kaplopblogin Pickerel PoemsNovember 30, 2019May 1, 202120 Words

Nothing Between

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no
time

no
story

no
us

By kaplopblogin Pickerel PoemsNovember 30, 201917 Words

Oops

a leaf flies
windblown
over a frozen lake

strange I should notice
the slip, the slid
then gone

a hint of now
perhaps of me
a lightness of being

the oops I see

By kaplopblogin Pickerel PoemsNovember 30, 2019March 2, 202133 Words

Arrow

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the pull
the bow

the aim
the unknown

the life
I know

By kaplopblogin Pickerel PoemsNovember 30, 2019November 30, 201923 Words

Hermit of Brittle Air

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born to break
the grip of no
of crowd

a vow
on the wind
of why

a breath
of light
within

By kaplopblogin Pickerel PoemsNovember 29, 201932 Words

Concentration Camp

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the sign above the entrance
proclaims freedom

upon entry
all silence ends

listening becomes
impossible

death
is our shepherd

there areĀ  no
children

 

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsNovember 2, 2019November 28, 201935 Words
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