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  Feb 2019 Mermaid
there are things set in motion

that've come a long, long way.

motion as finite as matter, in an

infinite standstill.

to see you through eventualities

that softly caress your eyelids open.

to the unbelievable impact of love's

recognition, shimmering fringes open

a figure to dance its formation.

in your fateful eyes.
  Feb 2019 Mermaid
Emma Elisabeth Wood
this is goodbye

keep it.

keep it in
your heart
until it burns

keep it in your
mind until it wraps
around your every
waking thought

keep it close to
your skin
until it blisters
every last inch
of your flesh

keep it anywhere, my lover
my trickster, my fool

just keep it.
  Feb 2019 Mermaid
Madeleine Felix
A lipstick-stained envelope
Mailed to your front door.
A collection of sonnets
Written on thin paper.
An old map hanging by the corners
Fraying at the edges
Guiding you to here
And there.
A lantern blossoming in flames
Untouched by the mortal eye
And unloved by the iridescent wings.
My collection.
My home.
My requiem.
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  Feb 2019 Mermaid
Madeleine Felix
i exist beyond metaphors
there are things even poems
cannot tell.
  Feb 2019 Mermaid
Let me touch you,
Said the earth to sky,
And the cloud settled in,
And on the mountain she lie.
They spoke of their lives,
Of lost loves and of fears,
And when the sun called her back,
All that remained were her tears.
Maybe you've seen them,
In the winter or fall,
When the mountain is barren,
And the sky comes to call,
Be it wishful thinking,
Or a trick of the light,
But I swear that I see it,
When the sun hits just right,
A smile of contentment,
On that old mountains face,
As he lays down to slumber,
In his lovers embrace.
  Feb 2019 Mermaid
The sun strays
as its ray
fall *******
the yard that
is long gone,
mud dried
to the point of dust,
green grass
a thing of the past.

No one remembers
what a lawn chair was,
or when
the summer went
so slow
as the old folks
sat in the yard
and yacked on
about some thing
us younglings
didn’t have
any interest in.

The flower bed
is long dead,
stone blocks
now play border
to a wasteland
of forgotten
garden dreams.

The old occupants
have long since
and all that is left
are memories
and even they
will not last.
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