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 Apr 2019 Nayana Nair
Gidgette
I don't dance, I don't write,
not anymore
All the pages,
of beauty and time,
rustle and scream,
as they
just fall,
to the
floor~A
 Apr 2019 Nayana Nair
Gidgette
I suppose Time
washes
our losses
ashore
And I hope,
our fragility
of humanity
Want
for no more
Is it our
losses,
we bury deep,
underground?
Or is it,
The loss
Of Things,
Never found?
 Apr 2019 Nayana Nair
Gidgette
Yeah. Ive been away awhile.
I prefer the quiet shadows of the ungraced.
I also prefer decent poetry.
Of which, this site is apparently lacking as of late. This mockery,
This "teen angst"
hurts my head to read.
I once drew inspiration from the lovely poets that were once here.
Breathed every beautiful word as oxygen.
Now,
my very eyes hurt.
Fix, Pagan Paul, Ghost of Jupiter, Josh, Mary Magnolia, Sidd. Where are you? I didn't mean thus to trend. Matter of fact, I'd rather it not. Well ****.
 Apr 2019 Nayana Nair
xeno
You have imprinted
My eternity
Walking on by me
Giving backward glance
And inviting smile

This magnetism
In fecundity
Your step fragile yet
Some great gravity
About your presence

You venal, naive
Yet like the woman
There is caveat
Men observe caution
Green little Mantis

Swaying in the breeze
your flowerprint skirt
Disappears from view
Down the boulevard
The perfume remains

May see you again
Next incarnation
Somewhere in my walk
Across life and time
Will you remember


© P.M.H 2009
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