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Thank You And Weekend Queue
Thank You and Weekend Queue
Hello, hello!
Thank you for all the support for this blog. It recently reached 2500 followers! Thanks for continuing to read my writing, and extra thanks for choosing to stick around for more.
I'm planning to post a poem every day this weekend. I hope that you find them worth reading. Thanks again for your support so far!
Best wishes,
j.p
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Poem: Breathing
She told you to take deep breaths –
throw a few minutes of air at your problems
and watch as they sink into the ground –
but you stretched your face into a yawn
and roared your deepest breath in her direction
in peaceful protest of her airy approach.
j.p
Poem: Photo Album
Flipping through a photo album,
I watch myself flying through ages
As I flick through its glossy pages.
Sometimes your face passes me by,
Only to stay behind as a buried memory
On that wobbly paper, beside an old me.
This new me turns away from the glint
As lamp light catches your photographed eye.
My hand closes the book, as if to say goodbye.
j.p
Poem: Solo
She danced around the room,
looking people in the eyes
as she twirled past them,
never meeting the same gaze
twice. In the flashing lights,
spinning late into the night,
she was untouchable,
her tears dripping like sweat,
catching light like diamonds,
slipping, unseen, to the ground
as she kept gliding forward,
spinning late into the night.
j.p
Poem: Breathing
She told you to take deep breaths –
throw a few minutes of air at your problems
and watch as they sink into the ground –
but you stretched your face into a yawn
and roared your deepest breath in her direction
in peaceful protest of her airy approach.
j.p
Poem: Autumn
The summer wonders shine like sunlight,
flickering through the clouds in our memories
of ice cream dripping down our fingers
and slipping off onto our clothes.
We shiver as we consider the chillier days
and earlier nights that are waiting to bite,
whispering into our ears from the shadows
of the hazy fog of the oncoming winter.
j.p