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Tj Struska

drooping little Lilly's 

in dead ponds

and the birds fly up

scatter as buckshot

and it's hard luck

and no luck

and the tears of poetry

my fingers scratching

the filthy stars

and sparrows

call the dead to dance

but the dead do not answer

and they answer

and I do not hear

but look at clouds

with eyes shut

I misrepresent my meaning

as my own

as a dwarf

scratching out prayers

on a cupboard

my sentry has left

and I raise my bottle

my horn 

my albatross

and faces behind doors

shuffling through misery

but I am blind

and a beggar

lulled to sleep

to the place

of no place

as shadows

drape the moon

as I sleep

to roses and thunder

the rain never stops

never stops

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February 15 2022

  • Author: TS James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 16th, 2022 03:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: I guess coming to this website inspired me. This was written tonight. I am influenced by mid 20th Century poets like ee cummings and Plath. It has a darker nature than most of my work. Let me know what you think
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Rocky Lagou

    This was BEUATIFUL! Sylvia is also one of my all-time favorite poets (check my bio) and I definitely felt her influence on this piece. Your words were selected so finely and the result was splendor. Bravo! 🌟😉💕👍



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