Deaf SonnetsA Poem by Arly Parent
I compared thee to a summer's day.
And I died, dehydrated and alone. I lie parched now for mirages give glimmers of warmth in the mind and in the soul phantasms of succor where really all else folds but a shadow of the light that I expected to see stepped slightly forward to greet me I stand now relieved -my cheek turned- flagged red to the enemy on fire and burned
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StatsAuthorArly ParentLantana, FLAboutThere's nothing about me. I play with pauses as well as silence. I write words, assign meanings and junk, and play with a language that might be as much my own as another. I don't know. more..Writing
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