between the known and the unknown .. poems


The days of Absence .. I curled up beneath a mossy stone beside the mountain stream and waited.

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between the known and the unknown

I float

exiled to bottomless nights

out on dark waters

listless

alone

free

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The ache hasn’t subsided nor has the yearning
Alone in my plastered grave
I raise a toast to solitude

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in the shadows
lies the truth
the light an illusion
the line between them
whisper thin

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autumnal trees,
the distant pecking of birds
shadows and shapes
dusty thoughts
the smell of old smoke
your words carrying scents
of practiced lies
glowing in their ego-
the evening waters
bleeding red

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Creative minds are uneven 

filled with odd cravings

thoughts today are silent observers 

And I am at a “multiselfing” stage 

I think there is a calling

The word-weaver is meeting the dream-catcher

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the ‘in-between-the-lines’ talker
the words- weapons
especially the unused ones

that lurk

in the spaces between

shadow words
saying everything
without actually saying
is an art
the power of unsaid
a strategist’s secret

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Under the masks
a bloodless skull
staring at herself
in the mirror
evil is approaching
whose face will she wear tonight

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