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 Dec 2024 S R Mats
Malia
Confidence
 Dec 2024 S R Mats
Malia
Confidence used to be
Like a shelf I couldn’t ever quite
Reach.

But turns out, I just needed to
Get up off of my
Knees.
Oh golden hues
of soft sunlight
you bathe the world
and cast away night

Warming earth
and bark, and leaf
stealing cold
liken to a thief

Would it be that my life
could be spent
in this moment
Words written whilst wild camping in Scotland and waking with the dawn.
The Colour of love is
The colour of your eyes

The sound of love is
The softness of your sighs

The feel of love is
Your hand on my face

The time of love is
With you in this place

My love for you is both timeless and immense
Given freely, with no need for recompense
Written in Scotland on the banks of Loch Earn with Cathy
I gave her my heart
Whilst the leaves were green

As if it were softly, silently
In a dream

But when I awoke
No dream did I see

I knew then that love
Would not let me be
springlove, unrequited
 Dec 2024 S R Mats
Melanie Munoz
Off beat
Off key
I've never been comfortable
Never comforted

Common
Boring
I've never been interesting
Never impressed

-Melanie Munoz
We ask for a little and receive nothing.
 Dec 2024 S R Mats
Valentin Eni
Of course, I love you,
as a leaf would love
the branch on which it grows.

Of course, I want you,
as a wing would long for
the air to take flight.

Of course, I await you,
as the earth awaits
for us all...
The poem conveys that love, desire, and waiting are as natural and certain as life. It intertwines human emotions with universal, timeless forces, portraying them as essential to existence. Love is not questioned; it is accepted as a fact, a force as fundamental as nature and mortality.
 Dec 2024 S R Mats
Nameisis
she was forged
by the songs of joanna newsom
she said:
"no one ever talks to me quite like her"
and i understand
and i see the beauty of her words
reflecting in her sea-glass eyes
she stands
in the city square of some polish town
she got here by train
she carries a bag like a woods witch
with literature for more intelligent folk than me
and she wears a smile
for more deserving folk than me
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