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ibwib Jan 4
Maybe it is still there.
The question you had
in your heart.
I wonder how it must have been
a pain,
to ask a child
oblivious to the wring of such

things.


Yet you did
and then you prayed.
ibwib Sep 2024
To my favourite day
in recent memory,

I keep longing
to see your colours
again

Cool and green

I lived you as much
as I could

Sang to you
as you sang back

You made me smile
and laugh

Showed me what I
love and think
about

Tiny vessels of joy
carried by the currents
of your song

Dropping deuces

Sitting on the tips
of trees like
Christmas ornaments


Come again, soon
I'll cherish you more
than I did.

I'll take a walk with
you and your family.
ibwib Feb 2024
Think
of a speck.
Is it of dust?
Perhaps something else?
Maybe it is a being, a microorganism shaped like nothing.

Imagine
that it exists within an unbound expanding and imploding space, one that transforms countless times in each infinitesimal unit of a moment.

Now,
wonder if our speck is also such a space, holding something.

For this being or non-being, substitute any and all imagery; worms, balloons, the depths of a star-studded universe, and so on.

Finally, place it inside your head.

Then, you might come close.
ibwib Feb 2024
i think
i am
the moon

the pull on waters
choosing
what wave to conjure

what storm
to name
myself

forgetting often
that i am
all waves and all storms

the ocean
and all i try
to name it

and that
in being so
i am also
without names
or form.
ibwib Feb 2023
lay thine eyes
upon our knight.
witness
for he has arrived.

trumpets blow
crowds cheer
as he falls to his knees
and cries.

venerated
he bellows
this and that about
his unlikely disguise
the tolls
of his "feat".

while each hearty roar
to his surprise

drowns unheard
in love
fear
and pity.
ibwib Feb 2023
do you know
my name, still?
i can never tell

surely, your finger
must've been held, once
the same way

in my grip
tight and unwavering
like yours

a hand that
doesn't know how
to let go

like yours now

do you remember
that, at least?
ibwib Jan 2023
it turns out
that the florist
will learn your face

that your hand
will be held
and you will feel safe.
...

and when it
is let go

when you pass
by his shop again

you might feel betrayed.
so remind yourself
that

your love was witnessed
and in being so
it was kind
and true

and maybe
just maybe
it got to help someone
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