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Mar 8 Saturninus

November Sky

I used to build words
like a carpenter—
lines hammered out
plank by plank
word for word,
like bridges
spanning waters
for anyone
eager to cross.

And now
I write to meet the page
like aching skin,
like quiet water
hesitant to ripple—
careful to bear a mark.

All the words
I’ve sent off—
paper boats,
adrift.

I let them all go,
travelers,
and bridges alike,
let them sink or rise—
and let the tide
bring the words
home.

Mar 3 Saturninus

Another poem about maths

Mar 3 Saturninus

Gary

Another poem about maths

If ratios strike fear—
into every one in two,
half the world will be—
in abject misery.

#maths #fractions #common #denominators #awful #poem

Mar 3 Saturninus

Songbird

Mar 3 Saturninus

SøułSurvivør

Songbird

^¡^

I heard a desert bird
sing a new song this morning

yes... before the sunrise

i recognized it as the
song of a cactus thrasher
but it had added a
new note to it's call

i've never, in my 40+ years
in the desert, heard it's like!

it must've found love

i know

because i myself
found a new note

the first time i said your name.

soulsurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(c) 5/31/2015

When I wrote this I ehad a new love I met online. But a long oʻng distance love affair is like taking a bite of a chocolate bar with the wrapper on

Mar 3 Saturninus

Rust

Mar 3 Saturninus

November Sky

Rust

Fences fail quietly—
in a slow tilt
colors give way
surrendering—
a silent retreat
from brown to brittle.

I press a finger
catch the rough
edge of metal
its dust scratching my skin—
years thin us
like coins drowned
in riverbeds.

It goes this way
I think—
a long fade
grit slipping
into dark water
turning to mud
just enough to remember
we once held on.

And I wonder if we, too
were made to loosen
to dissolve—
no shards or splinters
just a long sigh—
as time corrodes
at our hearts
turning all we were to rust.

Feb 23 Saturninus

A perfect rose

Feb 23 Saturninus

Karen

A perfect rose

A elderly gentleman.
Stands by the flowers.
Not knowing which ones to buy.
He takes in the colors, the beautiful scents .
For his beloved.
A single red rose he picks .

Feb 19 Saturninus

Quote me

Feb 19 Saturninus

My Dear Poet

Quote me

Some throw themselves to fire
Some to a raging wave
We throw ourselves at words
Doubly as dangerous…but brave
We string along a sentence
We bleed line by line
Scraping along defences
We grind the grit and rhyme
Defying the babblers battle
Waging war with a world
where words have no meaning
or power when they’re hurled
We’ll never decay or go rotten
We’ll be writing till we’re read
They may shut us till we’re forgotten
But they’ll quote us
when we’re dead

A tribute to all poets

#voice #speech #rights #poetry #poets

Feb 19 Saturninus

simplicity

Feb 19 Saturninus

SCHEDAR

simplicity

Lost is she
in the shade
beneath a tree

All chaos
left behind
she is free to
change
her mind

Feb 19 Saturninus

Soft Cheeks

Feb 19 Saturninus

Marisa Lu Makil

Soft Cheeks

Inside, I tell me
It's not worth living
It's not worth trying
I'm better off dying
But I hold it all back
By constantly vying
That my nephew
Needs one more
Little kiss.

My coworker made a joke about dying today, and I countered by saying that it will have to wait because I need to give my little 2-year-old nephew one more kiss, and it occurred to me that giving him one more little kiss on his soft toddler cheek is plenty reason for me to keep going. I'm willing to keep pushing through if for no other reason than this: he needs one more kiss from his auntie. He may never know how many times he has saved me, but I can pay him back by trying to give him the auntie he deserves to have.