Tag: poem
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Green Landing
My air filled lungs, again they exhaled a breath long since gone. It is that breathless exhale that comes with the finding of the stars. Oceanic waters, how long have I been aboard your seas, drifting beneath clouded skies. When constellations have meaning a sailor will chart his course! Clouds cleared and the stars led…
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Peter Goes Too
Remember when Wendy went, like a dream so long ago. The pain sat too long, pooled in mud rot with mulch and leaves. I had to figure it out before I let the keyboard go. And then I let her go through the click and clack of keys, those metaphors they journeyed to Neverland. The…
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Nights Like These
It’s days like these where there is too much time in the air, slowly unwinding and peeling back. In that sliver of moment that drags on, my memories spread like a freshly ironed shirt. The creases straightened flat, the valleys and days lay bear for my eyes to see. Seeing, my mind falls back to…
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Cycle
I ride my bicycle down the concrete boulevard. Another full moon kisses the darkened heavens and I find a passenger to spend with me the night. Those first few hours, they always boom with a spark. Like a fully charged phone, the screen is always so bright when fresh light catches our gaze. I throw…
Writings by Samson Mousa 