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a very simple and old poem of mine

a one sentence poem for a contest

in the morning my eyelids were heavy caught between white clouds scraps words were nailed in my temple bone’s middle like dust g..

the hours on a straight road are measured in shadows a spindle spins the time two steps forward one step behind either winter..

a single sentence for a contest on this site

I woke up one morning with one mouse eye and one owl eye racing endlessly on a plain among eroded mountains of feelings stepping o..

Coming out from the wall’s core, from beyond a blind window, I can hear knotted harp strings playing a soft tune, lulling asl..

Wanderer in this world me too I came back to this river in need to build a bridge from my past tenses over his rummaged time ..

I am extracting with effort from the memory season autumnal tears cold and warm. What’s the use, said you, ..

I wrapped myself in a wet bed sheet feeling cold and warm altogether the wind bites at water’s edge I fell asleep arms and f..