Sapphus
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Beyond what we knowA Poem by SapphusLike a whisper from behind. A note slipped in from below the door. The slipping of a veil on what we knew lay beyond but couldn't clearly see. Drea.. |
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Nothing to cureA Poem by SapphusThey ask me why I don't react these daysI say I'm an old man nowHell doesn't burn me anymoreNor does rain cool meBlood was blood when it was redNow le.. |
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CanvasA Poem by SapphusA wilderness in whiteThe canvas of these walls closes in on meThey squirm as I spill my few bloodied thoughts on them.Discoloring their whiteness. |
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Meditation on mirrorA Poem by SapphusHeld in by the glassReflected in reverse, I aminverted heart mimicking meTwo taut dimensions obliterating my thirdThere's no depth to me, I ambreath a.. |
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Meditation on MeditationA Poem by SapphusEyes closed? Eyes opened? Kneeling or reclining? Or simply wining and dining? In silence or in song Or in midst of milling throngs? Staying stil.. |
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Dead ColdA Poem by SapphusI fly on a chariot Horses winged in flight Cloud cushions Dying light The air thining out My lungs fight No heaven here Just a silence whit.. |
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Happy New Year!A Poem by SapphusHappy New Year Bright Happy New Year Light Happy New Year Delight Happy New Year Moonlight Happy New Year Midnight Happy New Year Allright Ha.. |
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LeavingA Story by SapphusWhen you told me you were leaving it was a blow like no other blow. Like a Bulldozer slammed in my face. Like a heavy bookshelf fell on me. Like a roa.. |
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Love isA Poem by SapphusLove is A season A day An hour A minute A nanosecond But not eternal Love is wind Love is dust Love dies |
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Ceiling fanA Story by SapphusThe days are whirring past like my ceiling fan and I can hardly make out one from the next or the next or the next. The days just whirr past unseen. L.. |
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