There

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by Michelle and Lissa

I never spoke
Of you
As lover, there,
In the corner of my life,
Touching,
So close to me.

Time slowly erased my days
But I never forgot,
Not in the split seconds of solitude,
Not in the parenthesis of gray insomnia
Did I once regret you,
Inside, there

Now, you’re a fissure
I never erased.
I would dream of someone
Who was never in my hand
Until the universe tilted my life.
Before I ever thought of
Never speaking
Of you.

My poem was written for Read, Write, Poems prompt #41 using words from Lissa's skeleton poem. Her skeleton poem is below.

Lissa's Skeleton Poem

I never _____
of you
as _____ there
in the corner of my life
_____
so close to me

time slowly _____ my days
but I never _____
not in the split seconds of solitude
not in the _____ of _____ insomnia
did I once _____ of you
_____ there

now you’re _____
I never _____
I would _____ someone
who _____ never in _____ _____
until the _____ _____ of _____ life
_____ I ever _____ of
never _____
of you

death: a poetic thesis

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at the edge of mapped decision
my sorrows resided inside a
moment. each sounded to simulate
scabbed hearts- the thrum of death.
salted wounds and broken earth, wince.
I gather my mortar and pestle,
crushing this susurration with
flex of hand and carve petroglyphs,
strange mosaics, without
exit. at the berm of stone
i stare into murky depths of
mud and pull away my hand.

I stopped by The Poetry Collaborative last night and used their starting and end words to create this poem. I added a few lines in between the words they gave me to make it blend better.

Perimeter

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I'm destined to walk the outcroppings,
The recessive threads of life,
Where the underbelly is cool.

Breaking the slit perimeter
I allow its throated winds where
I'm destined to walk the outcroppings.

I edge forward, infinite chaos,
Intertwined with
The recessive threads of life.

I balance in that moment,
That perimeter,
Where the underbelly is cool.