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Light taps upon pane.
Snow again. Flakes, silver dark.
Now the time has come.
Dark mutinous Shannon waves.
His soul soared slowly, last end.
words from James Joyce's "Dubliners" adapted into a tanka-style (5-7-5-7-7) poem.
is the moment
I breathed in
and tasted
nothing,
heard the echoes
of limbo
where silent
heartbeats filled in
what time cannot

This interlude of comfort
carries mountains.
Run
There is something about your smile
That makes my what ifs embrace the now
I'm sure I could go an extra mile
To reach that line and hear you sigh

That caress and innocent touch
Turns that day to instant wonder
When you're down I will be there
To fill that empty heart with glare

Oh darling I never want to have some buts
And all these doubts should be ignored
But I can never ease the thought
That there will come a day we'll get low

Slow nor fast will never be a bargain
If this goes on I am not certain
Can you give me more than just that touch
Come with me and fight it all

Darling,
I never want that goodbye kiss
I-
I-
am sick to my stomach
stiff like driftwood
thinking about you and her together
I-
I-
am sick to my stomach
knowing you are not honest
I have never
heard my thoughts
sing so loudly as
they did when
they went dancing with yours
in complete and
utter silence
the moment
your eyes
landed on mine
I shall fill the hole you left in my heart with books.
That way it can know what a happily ever after can be.
You kiss me as if
I was lost and you never
stopped looking for me.
~~ Are you relieved or confused now that I'm here? ~~
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