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Zywa Nov 2023
No one is themselves,

people are always leaking --


in each other's lives.
Novel "Midnight's Children" (1981, Salman Rushdie), chapter 1-3 "Hit-the-spittoon"

Collection "Low gear [2]"
Zywa Nov 2023
Two people will form

a community, any --


trio will split up.
Saying among the members of the various Reformed churches in Holland (Michigan), from AD 1847 - quite different from "two's company, three's a crowd"

Collection "Wean Di"
Amanda Kay Burke Oct 2023
It's special when I am with you

Special because you are there with me
Not because something is done to make our time together different than when I am with anyone else

To put simply
Each moment with you is a moment worth remembering
Written sometime in 2020
Zywa Oct 2023
Sometimes the sunlight

glints in the drop that I am --


in the sea of life.
"The Once and Future King" - part 4, "The Candle in the Wind" (1958, Terence White) - End: "The fate of this man or that man was less than a drop, although it was a sparkling one, in the great blue motion of the sunlit sea"

"Desolation Angels" (1966, Jack Kerouac), part 1-1-15

Collection "Stream"
Jayantee Khare Oct 2023
Somewhere between
Tears and smiles
Simplicity and styles

Somewhere between
Earth and sky
Bold and shy


Somewhere between
Vogue and ethnicity
Chaos and tranquility

Somehow we are
Little weak but strong
We get along
#mediocre
Simran Guwalani Sep 2023
Just who this person is
who has the audacity to be
somebody to care, somebody to miss
a somebody to me
We argue, we care
We laugh and we smile
everything we share
Have got to admit, he's got some style.
We plan trips together
from Bali to Rome
we dream of forever
because he has started to feel like my home
Zywa Aug 2023
None of those present

gets ever interrupted --


when they're all talking.
"Het tankstation op de route" - 1 ("The filling station on the route" - 1, 2013, Jan Baeke)

Collection "Stall"
My Dear Poet Aug 2023
We walked together
till together walked away
We stopped the walking
and sat down to lay
wondering how
life is heavy this way
not to carry
together’s slack
and whether we could carry
together another day
if together
were to ever come back
to stay
Can’t live with or without them
Zywa Aug 2023
You must come with me,

I don't want to beat my way --


through the rain alone.
Novel "Oranges are not the only fruit" (1985, Jeanette Winterson)

Collection "No wonder"
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