a poetic lullaby

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Poem-Envy Lullaby


  1. In the flicker of my midnight lamp I mumble the holy triad—
    last line, first line, title—polishing edges until they sting.
    My opening coughs like reeds offbeat, and my title still hovers,
    a ghost I can’t yet name, waiting for its echo.


  2. I crack open Vuong, Clifton, Limón—comets blazing by,
    their lines too precise for my stumbling pen to spy.
    I envy dew at dawn that dies with perfect sigh,
    while my verses dribble half-formed, and I wonder why.


  3. I taste the Orchard’s Lament on my tongue—petals hesitant as brides—
    and dream of guiding you in a coded waltz named Anderson MXX.
    But my feet trip on shards of unspoken vows,
    my lamb-soft promises turning to shadowed drafts.


  4. The wind waltzes through golden reeds without a care 
    shouting melodies I can’t quite ensnare 
    I chase its song in fluorescent aisles and ghosted dorms 
    my notebook heavy with envy’s storms. 


  5. Still, I write—joyful fool stitching cracks with half-borrowed light—
    hoping one day my last line will land like lightning,
    my first line grip like a held breath,
    and my title finally resonate as my own.
    Poem-Envy Lullaby.

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 11th, 2025 03:51
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