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Lungs are His cathedrals, on this night A
Boeing 737-7 cuts a spotlight
between twilight and dream
Gods breath carving alveoli with a 10:35 flight across rib bone
and destiny
It is the curse of existence, trajectory
Neither sleep nor sunrise will stabilize me
 Sep 2024 Valentine
Tj Struska
The room ticks like a cooling engine
In a blue motel on the edge of Apache.
A tranquil night of drunks and televisions.
Poly-neon signs and road closures.
Up the road apiece, just north of nowhere,
Past the graves of Grandma and Grandpop,
Thereโ€™s a place that has no business being there,
A place of cisterns and honeycombs.
A wheel in the desert, the moon on some swings.
                               ๐ŸŒ™
            September 02 2024
I grew up in Arizona as a child, a beautiful place of deep mystery and beauty
I splash around the ice
while I drink box wine
write this broken verse
nothing could be worse.
 Sep 2024 Valentine
Daniel Tucker
Sulfur yellow a watery burn
Created in an alchemist's urn.
Water feeds fire as both evolve--
The formula of hates resolve.

You waver rights to be treated fair
Like Sampson selling locks of hair
Or selling age to a 95 year old--
Sheep follow only to die in
their fold.

Fiery seas begin as a rift
Water being the only gift.
But nothing, nothing is ever
free
once transmuted into this sea.

But logs do drift and beaches
claim
All that gave this sea its name.
ยฉ 2024 Daniel I. Tucker
 Sep 2024 Valentine
your eclipse
i wish i could see your grief,
lead them by my own two hands,
then give them a room big enough in
me to fit them and their lingering shadows.
๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด.
 Sep 2024 Valentine
Yottalomaniac
In an attic at Night
I sit contemplate and listen

Sit on a windowsill
below the starry Night

Contemplate time
moments passed, beauty of past

Listen to my Heart
hear the soft pi-a-no
through Present Future and Past
In sadness, one often loses oneself in oneself. Our World twists and separates us from others in tragic self-absorption. Sometimes, though, one finds in sadness pure lucidity and cold feeling. The Starry Night is a symbol of this utmost clarity.
 Sep 2024 Valentine
Yottalomaniac
Simple
Cold
...Spartan

Moments pass
impressions donโ€™t

the Impression
of that Tree Wet and Dead
I so dread

I dread dark, cold and wet
Yet the Nightโ€™s solace stays unmatched
A spartan poem befitting a sense of hopeless combat and death as one fights one's demons at Thermopylai.
 Sep 2024 Valentine
Jill
Beyond worth
Knew it at a glance
Never had a chance
Verdict-stuck and public scorned
Hardly noticed, never mourned

Beyond hope
Always them to blame
Father was the same
Ruling-locked and villain stained
Nature surely deep ingrained

Beyond thought
Pointless waste of time
Never mind the crime
Cover-judged and rubber stamped
Name and image rumour-tramped

Beyond help
Judges sit unmoved
Felonies unproved
Stigma-sword to reputation
Vanished view of approbation

Beyond sight
Donโ€™t avert your eyes
Recognise the lies
Tarnish-washed and shame-suspended
Approbates with hands extended
ย ย ย ย ย ย  Repeat until weโ€™re justice-mended
ยฉ2024

BLT Websterโ€™s Word of the Day challenge (approbation) date 19th September 2024. Approbation is "a formal word that refers to praise or approval."

Thank you to CJ Sutherland for introducing me to this challenge!
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