harons

harons

A Poem by SirMapleleaf
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on the topics of nostalgia and perfection

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my birds, in memory
in colours they reach from splattered earth
in wind they move in ladder dances
in ways in which improper ones may envy art within

like me, in jeopardy
i paint with colours opposed in worth
i dance and yet i lack romances
i see i'm not identical to things my heart relives

what is it there between myself and things i long to be
which often fall upon my eyes and yet i cannot see?
i search for it in words and music fiercely made for thee,
oh daylight star in perfect view, so separate from me
all memory of birds will fade in times to come i know (as i've been told)
but i don't want their empty physicalities for show
nor feathers plucked in dreams for use in making your trousseau
i want their marriage to your world whose threads i'll never sew

© 2020 SirMapleleaf


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Added on November 29, 2020
Last Updated on November 29, 2020
Tags: longing, philosophical, memory, sublime

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SirMapleleaf
SirMapleleaf

BC, Canada



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Hello! I'm a 21-year-old Canadian Musician who likes to dabble in poetry and prose. My work can be enigmatic and confounding, but my hope is that it's just as often fluffy and comforting. I try, and t.. more..