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Death she is there calmly waiting her turn
A farmer's wife she rests upon the wall
Her scythe still holds a piece of wheat
Her hands worn from the day

Death she catches some sun
A mature woman she in no hurry at all

She is just there

No rush

I can live with that
inspired by the painting "Death" by Jacek Malczewski
unknown entities
snatched from their liminal space
into binary
brain ****
lady of steel gaze:
let me learn your native tongue,
iron-clad and cold
i have literally never written a haiku
and we
won't just
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                                   and my
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
listening to music for airports.
planes that fly in blue.
still. eternal. true.
colours made of love.
love made of colours.
child of child raised.
elder of elder lowered.
floating. dreaming.
wanting. being.
wanting more. never having.
having more. never wanting.
what's this about? you choose.
  Oct 2018 Jake Lukasz Taylor
d letwixt
Dewdrops on the grass
Shudder in the new sun
as they disappear
  Oct 2018 Jake Lukasz Taylor
Do you ever think
of a poem
that's amazing

and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down

but you won't
This is kind of my mood right now.
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