Smidgens
Tuned into the silent bloom
Of thought….. caught
Inside an act of noise
Inside the caress of the orchid
Inside the rejection of the hyacinth
Lovers’ insomnia, a midnight language
Speaks to us in a dead lip sync,
Which is a haunting by voice
A death that communicates
Where only shapes speak……ghosts
For they know us by our lives,……however…
The living isn’t allowed to know ghosts
For our fleshy hearts are tethered to a whirl
External to the internal and out again
Only to be knocked down in the midst
Of clocks, mistuned, marked by the soft grasp
Of the unsteady continuum, linear kissing
Perhaps that was our mistake…for
Cruel are the stars, planets are dumb
We are shots through blackness
Cylindrical tubes of blood and bone
protected by a thin celluloid
A playback of memories
All sleep vanishes
Elan, I always enjoy your creativity. And you are an inspiration just right for me this very day, more than two years later. Your original post was shared on my birthday. I wonder at how long you’ve been at this and how you trust the world with your gift. With thanks and care. Suzanne 😊❤️
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This one really flowed well for my heart. I will never again look at the single orchid in my kitchen window without thinking about love. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry and photography!
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This is wondrously beautiful..
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Lovely images in this poem. 🙂
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No Mimi, I actually wrote this.
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GUYS I THINK THEY MADE THIS.
-MIMI-
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Lovely both the poem and the picture!
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Beautiful! Fierce! Passionate! Simply, Marvelous!
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This is beautiful, be sure to check out some of my posts x
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Another incredible piece Elan, thank you!
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I was moved. This was very good!
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Beautiful, as always, love your work.
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Wow. I’m so flattered. Thanks
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This is so beautiful I’m going to print it and read it again and again. I think I’ll post it over my desk. Thank you for this poem.
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Hard to turn off that cosmic radio some nights. Harder still to fine tune it…
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