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 Jun 2020 Lyn-Purcell
Meera
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
The troubled mind
seeks boundless words
for eccentricity.

You grab the hidden
kiss. Give me the smile
of a mooned heart.

At dusk you will talk
with eyes, trembling hands
igniting dry tips.
 Jun 2020 Lyn-Purcell
Phoenix32
The blackbird sings let freedom ring.
It’s difficult to fly with broken wings.
The burden of hatred bears heavy,
for only sadness it brings.
It’s difficult to rise as the fascist pendulum
swings.
With her heavy heart and tired wings;
In the thick of healing the blackbird sings,
let freedom ring.
 Jun 2020 Lyn-Purcell
Pagan Paul
.
To hold my heart in delicate fingers
is to hold a fool's rose in your hands,
shed no tears upon its brittle petals,
cry not for the fool that notice demands.

Let it flow like water from your soft palms
to scatter and fall through holes in the dream,
free diving in the space of emotions,
the fool's rose once cut exits the last scene.

So take care next time you happen upon
a fool's rose betwixt the lines of a song,
handle with love for if you hold it wrong
it will take your heart and be quickly gone.




© Pagan Paul (01/04/20)
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 Jun 2020 Lyn-Purcell
Aparna
Red leaves
           fell silently
Under the maple tree
           by the lake
Where we met  
Last autumn
           Late September;
When the maple leaves
             turned crimson
       you made me
blush just like
those scarlet leaves
       That day ...
                                    Autumn came early,
                                  Why don't you,too...?


            Winter's on the way
           Are you, too?


Where are you...?
©
After you left, the virid sugar maple leaves turned flavescent 🍁 ,then segued into red
  🥺
    
                                           ❤

Daydreams
Little birds

Little trails into a soul setting sun    
Little birds into a Cairo view  
Through the doorways of blue tiled mansion walks  
Plays a karyokinesis tune    
    
Splitting by an eye wink    
Spitting haze into Set    
And to dream of this un reality    
With out the microscopic oblivion    
    
Held perversions of dreams    
Of when you....    
    
Dot dot dot... so clearly    
That I    
    
Twisted in dance there    
With sheer red skirts    
Go round and round    
So lost in it    
    
That I...    
    
Had forgotten to un break    
Had forgotten the edges of my smile    
    
I smell a peculiar scent    
And I shrug incense from my posture    
    
My awaiting stance holds little promise    
And is full of dilution    
My synapses spark    
A nights view from lost doorways    
To golden alleys that fail to exist    
    
Anymore    
The little birds sing  
    
Anymore    
Through tiled windows    
And sheer skirts    
    
Fragrant plumes like feathers    
Whip soft cotton air    
To travel    
And torture and sift away    
    
To split and turn my actuality’s notion of romance    
Into particles like dust
Foxhole of fishes

Like the beautiful  
And the breaking
Find a saltwater underground  
Swirl into deep pearlescent  
Holes become worlds  
With the bellies of fish
That swish and shine like stars
And the dark and deep blue  
Becomes covering  
Safe night
And a sovereign space  
To sleep walk through
  
But agitated in our kingdom  
Of separate from the grass  
And hard wired  
Dirt and unplowed fields
The scarecrow watches
Transforms and dives in
To do what the scarecrow is want  
To do
  
His new being
With the tentacles  
Of monsters  
That sweep  
Closed eyes
And bother lips  
To want suction
And oxygen rich cells
  
And the fish bellies flash lightning  
Fast  
Such scatter and it’s shine
Like comets calling  
Unpresidented paradigm
We hide from its shift
And nose and dig  
Deeper into our breathless dimension  
  
Give us breathe oh lord
In heaving chest
It is locked  
And chained
And sinks  
  
Ever
Deeper  
  
With the weight of iron
And one might die  
In this violent struggle
And the epithet  
Would read  
Of a madman  
Wearing blue lips
And startled gaze upwards
Chrystals holding  
The last minute reflection  
Of pseudo comets  
In solemn iris
  
Gripped hand clutching  
The trident of a false king
And the scarecrow  
With it’s new skin  
Scaling saltwater trenched  
Evolution  
Would have been missed  
And it’s words  
Of reach back
And wake
Unheard
  
But marry the two while living
But dream and drown only a moment
Or two
And swim and walk  
Ploughing and knowing  
The purpose
Of the lunatic that hangs on the cross
And stargaze
Into a true night
Under his spread and warning
With the eyes of a child
And the wonder of the deep
An ocean among us
But not our casket  
Never mind the longing to
Never mind the pearly stomached
Fish  
And calming sink
Don't bother to knock, she's
not taking any visitors today
--something has to give.

You wanted her
in your picture, didn't you?
But the names they assigned her
were uncommonly harsh.

They hung their hats
on her *** appeal, then
threw her to the dogs
when she no longer looked the part.

She never did overcome
her shyness, preferring to
swallow small silent friends
instead, and for this
she was crucified.

Pin-up or shut-in,
it's no wonder she chose to
sleep it off.

She may have bared
her body, but never her soul.
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