Tag: poetry
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June Gloom
The Gray of May lingered this year, becoming the bloom of June. I suspect sometimes, the clouds are but, those times I’m missing you. The weather turns as months trespass, Life withers as metal rusts. And still the miles between our states feel like lightyears between us. Fresh water flows down lover’s streams, but the…
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Murph
Cannot believe you’re gone, Murph, your battle at last at an end. You fought heroically, a battle of attrition in rebellion against the spread. The courage you possessed, can I even know or comprehend? A will for life ever defiant and burning fiercely red. So brave and resolute were you in your fight. It’s why…
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Entwined
Clarified in this notion of you! Entwined like that sip of your favorite Meiomi wine, white and deep like the cratered moon. Its surface holds radiant light, reflective of those feelings that I keep out of sight. Hidden deep within the troves of my heart, a temple old and lined with knowledge of star charts.…
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Twitch
I felt that twitch twirling like twisted pine needles in my jaw. Haven’t felt it in a while. There were days where I felt that jerk pulling my attention, like an invasive incision, notifying my numbed face, to a thing dear. The way a compass always points North, that twitch, only exists in a soul…
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Winter Winds
Those winter winds feel like spider webs. First the breeze catches my ears, a slight shudder signaling a shutter-full-year. Upon the busy boulevard, where booze is bought in boisterous bars! Where laughs are loud and ladies laud, and all the assholes, they seek applause. Pacific Winter Winds, they greet our coasts. The taverns walls littered…
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Miss my Buttons
I miss my Buttons, my soul threaded into the slits of her many loops. She clasps my soul with a touch like velvet, shines my coat like never before. My beautifully adorned boutonniere, how her eyes melt me when endures her stare! And all my cares they slip away, like the softest brown of her…
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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…
Writings by Samson Mousa 