Tag: Father
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Snowblind…by G. Mramor
Burning snow and cold hands Black the dress wrinkled white Slumbring beasts and inverted eyes Snowblind the dreams hanging from the widow tree. Snowblind the naked doll bending down a wrinkled star. Snowblind the toy soldiers in the smoke of dreams. Snowblind falling this ruin the river runs in me. Somewhere snowblind my father sits…
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Submission- Re: Gallows by N Marata
To think of surgical gallows Through broken garden paths Like a stubborn tulip Who loved the moon instead Frayed, I go and leap Through noxious sewer-creeks “Plop!” go the stepping-stones As my father did before Sprint past the torn meadow Through fallen trunks and shoots And fading past The hymns he used to…
