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 Sep 2018 Rune
eleanor prince
what is a poet
but a stymied wind
stamping the same soil
seen through polished lens

firing the bugle sound
to reach across some
distant mountain pass
not echo the same

ignite fire
stand strong
find north
refresh

for old paths yield
grey packages
more stale
subterfuge

but honed
solidity is found
in structures
built sound

a new song of old notes
rearranged to yield
perspective
deep
at times we all need to see what is to be kept and what will be discarded, to reinvent ourselves, our lives, whilst retaining solid ground
 Sep 2018 Rune
Carina
Lying embedded in velvet gloom and night,
You and I are gazing up the northern hemisphere.
Within the sea of darkness is the stars' stained light.

Hidden inside the fabric of interstellar space,
Might be a kind of universal truth
That answers all the questions of human race.

Sensing the pull of the universe
I feel like we're lost between the infinite vastness
That none of us could ever dream to traverse.

Suddenly you get up on your knees -
Head in the sky and feet on the ground.
“Perhaps the stars only made us feel lost,
because we both wanted to be found.”
Maybe we all are just waiting to be found:)
 Sep 2018 Rune
Camilla Peeters
in exactly two days i will have an aneurysm
for now i have taken flight in
between the wall and my wooden bedframe
if i squeeze myself a little
deeper it almost feels like an embrace
i am in too terribly deep
a full moon
everything has come full moon
it is the addiction talking
about this great concern for me
how i kind of still fit in another life
if someone would build a wall between my house and their
backyard then buried
me in the cellar at the neighbours
how i kind of still fit in another life
this great concern for me
if i am coping
if i am over it because it is
over and that needs to be repeated for educational purposes
IT IS OVER
for educational purposes scientific studies perhaps
stop massaging my brain it feels
relaxing but afterwards i cannot tell where i stand
what i want if left is a
nice colour and if i should go
outside tomorrow buy razors or
bottled water or branches stained with blood if i should use real or
fake blood if i should take pictures
am i a colony or a crown
dependency i wish i was queen
WHEN I LOOK DOWN I CANNOT
SEE MY OWN FACE
i carry gemstones in my pockets always
to compensate
 Aug 2018 Rune
Camilla Peeters
longing for pink

My mind is a bathtub
Quickly fill up
Momentarily do not look
then clean up the Chaos
she has spilled herself Again
a pity that her surroundings
were Completely unadjusted and
She does not think anymore before doing
she Surrenders

your thought

Now the sea is deepening
so Are my thoughts
i was hoping for a quick recovery but
have to accept
i cannot cope with this

some wound

Please let the neighbourhood know
Again what kind of child
lives among Shells and skeletons
near an imaginary Beach
where another sea waves to itself
and calls For her mother
 Aug 2018 Rune
Camilla Peeters
i will just do my evening walk
it has become kind of a routine
every time something releases itself
from my city-clogged skin
it wants to be free
and is soluble i can see
it drifting in the air
i wonder what i am losing

THERE STILL IS NOTHING GUILTY
TO BE SAID ABOUT YOU
BITE ME HARDER THEN
THERE ARE TWO MOONS TUMBLING
I AM ALWAYS TOO MUCH
I RETURN TO THE FROZEN LAKE
BEFORE WHICH I LEARNT TO BE LIKE A PAINTING
AND EVERYTHING IS QUIET
HERE IT IS AGAIN
THE NIGHT IS OVERWHELMING
LET US TEAR IT APART IN UNISON
OTHERWISE WE WILL DROWN
 Aug 2018 Rune
Camilla Peeters
surely i am the Moon Queen
surely my back itched
how did you expect me not to be
my long paragraphs about my
desire for water were not only witness to a great
desire in me they also understood that i need to dip my fingers
how my back ached wishing it could press tighter against my heart
i need warm bare flesh
another form of protection

surely my desire to change the past cannot move backwards
it bounces back into my chest and mind and hits and hits
we are two swans
elegant and defending another fort both widowed
black swans
that might have been the reason why

surely when the fire dies it still
is ardent among the ashes
for a long time

— The End —