Tag: poetry
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Illegitimate | Part III
If Geppetto carved a daughter,would I have seen it sooner?myself, all wood and paint and stringswobbly kneed, naïvechasing vodka and bad boys, just to feel alive Or was it to forget thefear of suspended animationlike sandpaper chewing my bonesdangling dread of the non-living, undeadIf I’m not real, what am I? There’s surety in stringsthe raw […]
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Rock of My Disappointment
Choose a name for God, he said*,borne of the struggle, thewrestling. I have contended, fought You until thefingers of my soul bled,scrabbling for gold beginnings and fabledendings. You have leftme wanting, disappointed. A thin, flimsy wordfor the crushing abyss ofsilence. Unmoved, this Rock of my salvation splintersdreams like toy ships on astormy sea. Flint-faced You […]
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Apocalypse
The battle is losthas beenfor a long time nowDid we even understandwhat we were fighting for? Darkness pervadeslike fine dust ofa coal powered trainThere is nothing it hasn’t touchedcurtains, hair, the tea, his lungs A flake of ash on white linentaunts herbut she knows betterOne brush of her thumb wouldbeget a smear, a blotch, a […]
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under water
it’s still dark in here and sometimes the darkness still wins i think maybe this time the darkness won’t get me won’t scare me, won’t wear me down, but this darkness is slick like oil and spreads on me before i know it, stinging my eyes my throat i jump into the deep end, to […]
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Reception
I will set a tableFor my soulAmong the trees Quiet, I will waitBeneath a canopy of leaves Let stillness be the tableLet silence be the clothLet sunlight be the service, gleamingMy seat a bed of moss I will set a tableFor my soulOut in the wild Calling her to comeAnd play, as if she were […]
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Dragon
she breathesfireher eyeswildclaws as long as myarmscratching at thedirtscrawling angryscarsthat arrange them-selvesinto letterswordsa plea, “loveme” © Nichole Q. Perreault (Header image courtesy of: Laith Abushar https://unsplash.com/@prodigeon)
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If It Was a Dream (A Cento Poem)
Begin at the beginningShe saidLittle girlIn a cab with her father Knit me togetherIn my mother’s wombLay your hand upon meHold me fast Does the rain have a father?A trust only found in the innocentBut she bent as the reed bendsLies can be persuasive Shattered worldsLost embryosA whorl of red on the tableI had to […]
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Expectant Mother
Winter’s comingI try, and fail, to outrunHis cold fingersAs they grab at my ankles Like a rat, he nibblesAt the edges of the daySo slowly that, at first, I hardly noticeThe dark encroaching Until the dimming of the skiesReaches the space behind my eyesAnd I can feel my mindSundowning Winter’s comingDrifting through the gardenSettling scores, […]
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Sacrifice of Thanksgiving
thank youwords that burnan offeringbound in ropepulled tightlaid upon the firelike a lambor Isaaccosts me somethingas if my fleshwere on the flame a lonely leafscrapes down an empty streetwhere all the doors arelocked for winterbehind themfaces that I long to seehands I cannot touchclouds that shroud the starsmake a lousy blanketI pull my scarf over […]
Lightning Bug 