Epicanthic poems on Hello Poetry

South-by-Southwest Oct 2024

Ran out of hugs
Ran out of kisses
Ran out of loving

That's
the way it always goes
I am just led to superimpose

There is a way
that the sun
glows gold

There is a cup
that will overflow

There is a good moon
rising
just before the dawn

An owl that
doesn't give a Hoot
out on the lawn

A broken heart that
no amount of kintsugi
and gold
will fill the canyons
of cracks and
eliminate the epicanthic soul
.
epicanthic - a prolongation of the upper eyelid that partially blocks the inner corner eyesight .

Kintsugi - The Japanese healing power of laquering broken pieces of pottery together and painting the seams with gold or silver paint .

c quirino Nov 2012

received instruction, the naked hour.

I, naked
tremble before you
and deafening is my cry.

you will take me once,
as others have
Memorize my epicanthic folds while
I, fingers-curved,
travel your twin laugh line Ganges.

then the river dries,
several million strands of water,
cut from heavenly head
so that only two or three remain,
angel hair limp and lithe against the clay earth.

funny how you can stretch out famine for years.

fox Aug 23

angels are carpet bombed to extinction in the tropics

we talk about current affairs with swollen mouths, with mirrored hands, palm flat, fingers that touch on a plane// we agree too much, i think it messes with my sense of familiarity; there is both heartache and resolution in the epicanthic fold of your eyes// i can't help but look like a moth might return to the flame; unable to meet your eyes like the coward i am; facsimile of equal exchange-- but i know you can give, and give, and give, and i want, i want, i want, i want, i want, i want//

i would not change a thing

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