Merriam A. Grain

Etiqueta: poema

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    A placid lake,A half empty bottle and I take,I can come back to dwell down there.Where the sunset is reflected to mistake.To your calm, short letter back.To your sensible solutions about Italian not spoken great.A nerf shot in disarray.Reaching target without pain.My friend, kilometres away.You understand what’s like.

  • Julia

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    Invisible on top of black.A pair of triangles fold.That’s the movement I catch.She listens to my pencil’s scratch.

  • Three bring a funeral

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    I walked through evanescent ashes,A fog of dust raising. Trust in a forlorn error of heart.Derelicted my soft wishes.Betrayal was the crow’s call.

  • Fallen log

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    A while ago,Still kicking up in verdor.Indeed on ground.Now a dried corpse.

  • Solitude

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    Mirror mirror,Hanging in the wall.Can you tell me,Who is this old hag looking back?Mirror mirror,Can I askWhen did I become wrinkles and despair?My reflection of today,Not the photo of yesterday.Time to burn those mementos i treasured more than time!

  • Aceituna

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    Arriba en el tejado,Narra con el ceño fruncido un cuento.El cigarrillo es el único que escucha.Recuerda las luces de neón en el portón.Dira dira up, up.Los lazos del vestido se agitan con libertad.Se hurga en la media agujereada,El zapato sin tacón,Medio rimmel embarrado.Ayer….Liba de la copa,Muda de color.Sobre el escenario su rival.La aceituna se fue…

  • Cosmos

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    With a galaxial name,It has nothing of the stars out earth.No much but a humble maid,Waltzing in a prairie among other skirts plied in eight. Soon a rugged rebel,Pinching skin,Hitch hiking way.Going to foreign patches of lawn across the stone divided fields.

  • Acorn

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    Cracked skull,Its contents leaking onto earth.A white tentacle probes the air.Gravity pulls,Down the anchor tries bed.A little hard, a little raw.Down and down and down.The skull explodes.A green hand salutes.And the once zombie chapWaves November’s light.

  • Salta

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    Ton la hoja rebota,Ton el cosmos se dobla.Ton sobre el pasto cae.Un ejército mordelon.Invisible.Ton, ton, ton.Solo audible.A cada paso,El rumor.Hoyos en el verdor.

  • Ripple

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    Such a faint forgotten being.It was so soft a snore deep down.No one could have called on.Dragon and storm,The sky blue black no where on sight before.Until I was spitting salt and sand,Without ground under my walk.How did I get so close to sea,To be swept by the stream?How can this tiny being,Tsunamis create?Ominous lack…