Tag: echoes
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There Is a Disco Ball Shimmering
There is a Disco Ball shimmering🌸Pink on softened blood still wet with arrival—dancing in the cradle of mother’s first touch—both she and midwife weepingin the baptism of first scream.🍊Orange in jitters across lunch trays,school desks, scraped knees.The ball tells him— “Learn from this”—then spins awaywhen he shines too clever.đź’ś Purple that aches on the letter…
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Poetry
It has been said, by someone wiser than me,that poetry is a wind from God.Than why do I find such beauty in the rhyme of dirt—Why do I listen to the lonely voicesof dead poets—Why do I want to excavate their bones,roll in them until they break—or burn them in the crematorium of my soulto…