Category: poetry
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Laughter
I wish to share with you, every minute detail regarding how you kindle my dark soul on fire or the fragrance of gratitude that wafts in my lungs once inundated with griefafter meeting you But how do I tell you about your laughter?:that which distracts me the most. It is more satiating than water for…
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Beloved
Sunlight seeps slowly through the curtains, painting the room golden. The bed is warm and the flowers by the windowsill dance with the rhythm of the wind. Beside me, you are an elegant arch of every cliche I could never get enough of––miles of freckled, tanned skin, and jet black hair pillowed on cream-coloured sheets.…
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Rest
You tell me your heart is heavy and you are aching with it. I reach for the inside of your chest––your body is warm and pliant and alive. It burns, It burns, It burns. From dusk to darkness you were born, from fire to ashes you are killed. You worship to rest in the hollow…
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Tall Child
Sometimes I still am the child who never cried:both brand new and wearyscrewing fists into white-knuckled pacifiersseething with angerbefore she could even comprehend what it was. When I cry, my mouth shuddersat the taste of blooda ghost chews my bottom lip rawand pulls out old glassdrawing a new fingerprint, once again. It is true- I…
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Long sleeves & Lavender
Traffic cones markHighway rampsTo places we’ve gone before,Where redwood treesEnclose lavender hideaways.I’m not readyFor somewhere down the line,When all is left behind. ABOUT Claire Kroening is a writer of lyrical, warm, picturesque poetry and prose. They’re also a freelance editor and proofreader for other writers. Their work has been published in a multitude of online…
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April Flowers
April comes in bird berry trees,Flowering along the urban breeze-While months-old autumn leavesBall dance with the geese. ABOUT Claire Kroening is a writer of lyrical, warm, picturesque poetry and prose. They’re also a freelance editor and proofreader for other writers. Their work has been published in a multitude of online and print magazines, where they…
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The Apparition of Children
“Carnation dreams under golden sheets; hibiscus sleep on pillowcases,The pinpricks of daylight streaming in; the dusty trail of golden beams,The springy dance and sway of the tulips in flower pots; the humming bees,The green-skinned coconuts seized in a net, the eyelets on quivering buttery wings.Hanging onto the rope of life- of dreams; the fraying threads…
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Love Triangle (Adjacently)
I romanticize too much and forgot to pop out of my head to validate the reality Some poor soul who cannot bear to watch my dream must drag me down I thought that the love you both surrounded me with this summer was real Cloaking me in a desirable, translucent light To tease the world…