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Bekah Halle Jun 5
What is it about loose eyelashes
That prompts wofty wishes;
Are they heaven’s kisses
In disguise?

We all want to lift our eyes
Above the cloak of disguise
Even if it may compromise
The facade, and authenticity’s surprise.

This world is concrete;
In Western buildings and streets,
In the here-and-now, we can flee
And dismiss lofty things as absolute.

But we are meaning-makers,
We are constant risk-takers.
We are pursuers for magic’s sake,
And may our quest we foolheartedly take.
What do you do when you see free eyelashes? Anything? Nothing? It is curious our daily practices.
Bekah Halle Dec 2024
living foolheartedly,
open and free,
embodying all senses
to make sense of you and me.
With that post, I have hit 300 poems. What a journey! Thanks for reading and commenting; welcoming me into this community has been life-giving.
In the mirror I saw two
One of me and one of you
Foolheartedly my aim was true
Becoming one was deja vu
Having walked this road before
Knowing full well what was in store
Destiny knocking at the door
Or just another screaming *****
Roses fill the garden bower
Chinese Lanterns and the Clematis tower
A shady place where our love can flower
Or a graveyard filled with hearts devoured
The heavenly bliss of the enchanted first kiss
A moment in time, one to surely reminisce
You dip and you swell beyond the power of fists
For star-rossed lovers know the meaning of this
Or could this be real, the way that I feel
Emotions so strong I'm unable to conceal
Waiting impatiently for more to be revealed
With ring in hand before you I kneel
So why is true love so hard to find
In this for the duration a fact I've resigned
As uncomfortable as the ties that bind
Forever and always you're emblazoned on my mind
Ceremony
Matrimony
Mirror Mirror
My one and only

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