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 Oct 2024 Vanita vats
Sia Harms
It is muddled,
the sights,
the sounds,  
the world.
Chicken soup
and cloudy

windows
in my head.
It is a gift,
a time to
wind down
and reflect.
 Oct 2024 Vanita vats
Jill
Last night I dreamt in body, not in mind
No images or sounds remained at wake
Left only with the remnants of a hug
Warm gift to me from longtime missing shade
To leave me love, then reconvey to grave

Last night I dreamt in washing, not in sense
A cooling rain that left me pink and clean
Of soaking drops that ran on face and limb
And drying cloth that softly followed rain
Fresh for the world to leave its dirt again

Last night I dreamt in campfire warmth and milk
Puff-swirling clouds hope-floated me in silk
In wrapping blankets, cuddled me with care
In loving presence lifting me like air
With messages from those no longer here
To spend the dark and morning disappear
©2024
 Oct 2024 Vanita vats
Random Guy
i just wanted you to know
that I've been reading your poems
your stories
your heart
and I too
bleed for these words
like you
and I hope
you read mine too
when your heart
seek for words
I had been cheated.
O goddess. I am still untouched
by you. Your eyes were very brief.

Ferocious of your dusty
skin. I weep with willow, and live
in your heart as offered of venom.

Let the Balsam become
impatient and desire requiem of
the big lotus in dried water.
Forest therapy,
Lovers embrace trees to breathe,
Symbiosis please!
Feedback welcome/.
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