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 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
Matthew
The only figures
you need to worry about
are found in textbooks
In the lowland fens at the worlds end,
Like the ferryman, a blue heron waits,
Eyes of dragon fly, hover, over still water,
His legs are the oars rowing to the dead.
Her lips had turned,
A harsh shade of blue,
Her protruding veins,
Deep purple.

"I'm shaking"

She mumbled,
Nervous hand stretched out,
And trembling,
like a wilting flower.

"No wonder"

I thought,
Wrapping my arms,
Loosely around her pale limbs,
Not wanting to catch her chill.
 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
r
Little One
 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
r
A wrinkle in time
       born with hair gray
  and fragile bones
       jutting against feathered skin.
Black eyes cry
           for joy that day brings.
  Child of ages sings
         to Mother Earth.

r ~ 13Mar14
 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
r
Young Man
 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
r
The way his shoulders move in walk
The way he tilts his head in thought
The laughter in his eyes

Enough to make an old man cry

He does them in the same young ways
Just as he did in yesterdays
When he was still a child

Enough to make his old man smile

r ~ 15Mar14
For Noah.  "Old man take a look at my life..."  Neil Young
 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
r
For me, it's not courage
or a lack of it
that keeps me hanging
'round. When I boil it
down, it's love in the bottom
of the kettle that keeps me
breathing. I don't think it is
possible to love too much,
but man, I feel like I've been
breathing for a long **** time.

r ~ 16Mar14
 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
Kina
Her Eyes
 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
Kina
He found comfort in her eyes.
They were blue as crisp ocean water
Or a midday sky.

Or at least to him that's what they seemed.
He couldn't quite remember every detail of her eyes
Just that they were blue.

That's what his memories consisted of these days,
Vague glimpses that allowed him to reminisce solemnly
Without remembering any true details.

The memories of his friends, his brothers, his sisters
All faded into a black abyss with only the faint glow
Of the memory's outline still visible.

Perhaps he could glue back the pieces and try
To make some faux memory
But he knew that they wouldn't be the same.

The way she looked in that dress,
No.
What was her name?
What's the use?

As he tried to recollect his thoughts
He found himself frustrated, lost.

He thought of the dancers from that day.
The only day he'd been a true friend.
Objectifying women for him and his
Friend's own amusement.

Encouraging them to dance
Get loose
Take it off
Be good girls.

Those were the memories he
Wanted to store away
Behind the cobwebs in his mind.

But not those eyes.
Never those eyes.
 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
Skai
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 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
Skai
There's a burning in my chest,
and it doesn't seem to fade.
This sense of loss and confusion,
it damages my brain.
My soul yearns for the path,
but nothing seems to appear.
I remember when I didn't feel like this.
Oh God,
how I wish it would disappear.
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