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 Jan 2017 Timothy H
bones
Somebody bundled
it into a clock
and slung it up high on a wall,

with numbers
like bars between us,
where there had been nothing before;

before,
my days had come open,
open and endless like sky,

but boxed on the wall
there looked no room for all
of the rest of my lifetime and I.
Blaring sound,
Movement everywhere around,
No reasoning or resolution to be found
Anywhere.

With silence I'm bound,
No longer mentally wound,
Explanations to my emotions mound
Everywhere.

by Lady R.F ©2017
 Jan 2017 Timothy H
David Noonan
There it is again
Momentary recall
That first time I saw you
Smoking on your balcony sill
Immersed in Joy Division
A symphony in your shilouette
September streetlights rising on every exhale
If i could have stopped all time I would
Escape with you in a polaroid still
Relinquished my heart
Discovered my soul
Eyes transfixed
Wanting only you
Yet you looked to the world
And you wanted it all
That song is the same now as then
Love
love will tear us apart
tear us apart again...
 Jan 2017 Timothy H
Lottie
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 Jan 2017 Timothy H
Lottie
.
There's a tiredness in my bones that runs deeper than my ability to think. I am tired of this life, of living for the others I am driven to love. They are difficult. I am exhausted.
 Jan 2017 Timothy H
Sally A Bayan
(Haikus)

pale sky weeps stead'ly,
frozen tears soundlessly fall
white blanket...rises...

lone red-winged blackbird,
flies through dropping snow...eyes roam
.............towards kitchen eave...

blackbird finds shelter
whisks snowflakes off its body,
roosts..........and folds its wings...

a lone soul watches
smiles...as blackbird settles in
hot brew warms the soul...

(Dec. 17, 2016)



Sally

Copyright December 17, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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