shhhhh…there’s only time for tiny poems

and so she clacks a wee small bit of black
in the margins. smudge. sway. it is no
great secrecy that she wishes for more,
longs to store the rest of the world away
and shout the things on her bursting
heart. alas, (at last), a fragile, stilted start.

 

 

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twiglet #108

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9 Responses to shhhhh…there’s only time for tiny poems

  1. Jules says:

    Reminds me of those trapped with memory loss.
    I just spoke to a relative with such issues, and could hear the trapped longing of trying to understand more…

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