Tag: childhood

 

She sighed.

“I can’t write like you,

with your weaving wrinkles

and dime shaped gold

your nesting tableaux

in colours that fold

so neatly in parameters

that have never been told…”

said Lily to her bear. Her very first bear. Still first after wonderful, adventurous, fun filled, pensively shaded years.

“Well, that’s because you aren’t a bear”.

 

 

childhood (condensed)

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tomboy in a tutu

achingly moltened by music

that conjures the swell

and spills you

my heartbeat craving to express

the unspeakable

unsing-able

truthfulness

of cascade four dimensional

electrodes through to terminal

sated by chords of complex clarity

translated without disparity

in a child’s

plasmaglobemind.

(The seed for this post was planted by Yassy. Thank you!)