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 May 2021 Em
sandra wyllie
gold
as a wedding band.
But it doesn’t shine
in my hand.

You can paint it
red
as blood.
But it won’t flow.
It makes a thud.

You can paint it
green
as clover.
But it only sits.
It won’t come over.

You can paint it
wearing a smile.
But it’ll not be happy –

It doesn’t have eyes
to look into mine.
It doesn’t have a mouth
to sing a note.
It doesn’t have arms
to hold me close.
It doesn’t have feet
to climb the mountain.

I lost a man from this planet.
He lives now under
a slab of granite.
Hard and gray as a stone.
All that's left of him are bones.
 May 2021 Em
ryn
Tribute
 May 2021 Em
ryn
.
If our family was a tree,
you must be the roots.

Forever planted,
forever supporting,
forever nurturing.


Just so that all of us,
may bask in the amber
of the sun...
And bathe in the silver
of the moon.


.
 May 2021 Em
Rose Cliff
I suffer from an exhaustion where sleep offers no remedy
 May 2021 Em
a m a n d a
(deepdeepdeep in the cut)



beautiful girls with long braids
quiet boys with tears in their eyes
yellow birds
and pink trees

flutes and drums and haunting strings
drifting smoke
sleepy cats
blanket on blanket on blanket
 May 2021 Em
Maha
Decay
 May 2021 Em
Maha
how does it feel to be envied
to be the hydrangea blooming in the chaos
only to know the sludge that your roots lay in is poisoning you every minute of every day
your petals will fall.
about me
 May 2021 Em
ryn
Chalk
 May 2021 Em
ryn
Even when all
the ruby shards
and splinters
had vaporised,

I’d pretend
to gather
invisible
broken pieces

outlined in chalk.
 May 2021 Em
My Dear Poet
I’m making money
quoting Shakespeare
smoke filled rooms
a dim lit theatre
I’m glad the man’s dead
he’d be asking for part
memorised in my head
was drunk from his heart
I’m making it by
on a dead crowd stage
I’m a poet making money
on a dead man’s wage
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