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 Jul 2023 Ali Harati
Zywa
The bookkeeper counts

the legacy, a drawer --


filled up with poems.
Poem "De lade van den dichter" ("The poet's drawer", 1934, Simon Vestdijk)

Collection "Inmost [2]"
 Jul 2023 Ali Harati
tree
when i was younger i begged time to go faster
i wanted to grow up right then and there
but now that i know the horrors of growing older
i wish i could've stayed young
...but the years are short. -unknown
 Jul 2023 Ali Harati
Rob Rutledge
A world slowly woke from slumber
Stumbled through a sense of Deja Vu.
Free from sheets of sleep and dreams,
Borrowed stitches pay the seams
Of patchwork quilted promises,
Forgotten threads of make believe.
 Jul 2023 Ali Harati
Rob Rutledge
These halls seem somewhat hollow
A certain sense of sorrow
Now graces ancient stone.
Replacing familiar faces
With defaced family paintings
And cold ancestral bones.
Thrones thrown upon a pyre.
Fate becomes the folly
Tomorrow the unknown,
The brows of time are furrowed
Past spent, lost, or borrowed
Flowers forever bloom alone.
Rats, the last lords of ruin
Rule cruel shadows from the walls.
Twilight sighs at daylight's rise
All seems dark till darkness falls.
 Jul 2023 Ali Harati
DElizabeth
.
"and i don't know
maybe i'm fine
and i'm not used to it
and so i make myself feel bad
just to feel a sense of
" n o r m a l "

.
what was i made for? ~b.e.
 Jul 2023 Ali Harati
DElizabeth
.
i'm sorry
for doubting
i could ever be
fully seen
fully known
fully heard
fully loved...

i'm sorry
for doubting
you could ever
fully see
fully know
fully hear
fully love...

.
for me: for you:
Banners billow
And flutter in the breeze.
Loose sleeves, loose leaves,
And friendly bees.
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