Day 23/catchup: balm

If I spent my last moments
on this planet
indespant and shrense,
would you finally open up
and breathe me some barthey verses.

Panoramic
juncted words –
brandished in copper,
metable to your heart
and knotted into mine.

Sometimes in the silence
beneath an oak tree,
words are salvings
to soothe
the indespant and the shrentic.

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Day 23/catchup: balm

Day 16: Contrast (double cinquain)

Roughened
with sandpaper,
the wall’s imperfections
approach a continuous plane
until
smoothened.
The set surface,
recounting the coarseness
of my finger tracing contours,
breathes in.

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I may have broken a cinquain rule by bridging to the second set. It also ends up with a certain erotic quality.

Day 16: Contrast (double cinquain)

Day 10: discovery

In numbered days
according to their order,
whether their demands
require more of me, their length and breadth
are just like other durations
before midnight
and after dawning.
It is the changeover between the guideposts
where life unfolds and widens.
A momentary difference.
A place where contrasts declare
dominance and deserve
my present devotion.

Day 10: discovery