Ivy

Over you, a hug with red lips that make you pretty from the distance.

Up close, I can see your life  paralyzed and your memories  falling apart.

You look pretty but you can’t move.

You look pretty but you are full of sorrow.

You will dream of better days and the cold wind will come.

Those arms will fall to the ground and freeze.

You will dream again… ohh that hug…

It will come, it will come again warm and full of pain.

by:  etereal

Y.A.P.F

The Destination

I wanted something, I wanted. I could not have it.

Irremediable rock of refusal,  this world thick with bird song,

tender with starfish and apples.

How calming to say, “Turn right at the second corner”,

and be understood,

and see things arrive as they should at their own destination.

Yet we speak in riddles-

“Turn back at the silence.” “Pass me the mountain.”

To the end we each nod, pretending to understand.

By Jane Hirshfield

After Poems

Ache

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I ache.

I’ve just begun to see the error. He thinks girls happen slower,

that as long as we’re unopened, we are immune

to breaking. He imagine I’m intact all over.

 

 

Segment from the  THE EMPERORS SECOND WIFE

by Adrienne Su

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