I became a poet to escape life .
But inanimate presences remind you...
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In Saturn's rings ,
all the atist 's follies come to die,
cloacked in solar mourning .
As the clock strikes midnight ,
pumpkin turning back into a coffin ...
Deflowered princesses ,
come to beg for forgiveness...
This Barbie doll has my mother's cold eyes.
Should I be reborn in the abstract confinement
of your open tomb ?
We must learn to live with those
who will not return ...
Just like the memory
that you keep feeding out of habbit.
'' See you moon ! ''
In your shameful flights
you take the unfinished harvests .
I only know your mermaid name,
female that keeps me trapped
inside an unstable space-time ...
Versatile poet wandering
through the melancholic realm of Saturn's rings...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Cinderella burned and turned to cinders put in the coffin coach and would reawaken after midnight. Oh yes she wore one of those Saturn rings.
A little glass slipper lost in saturn''s rings...
Some presences now belong to our inner world...
Oblivion itself is a haunting presence ...
Saturn does not bring the past back. It merely keeps circling around it.
Always an enjoyable read.
Saturn's rings possess the icy beauty of an absence that spins endlessly ...
Lorenz, what a haunting journey through grief and memory. The cosmic, fairy-tale, and domestic images merge into a realm where absence distorts everything it touches. This stayed with me, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Saturn's rings hold the memory of what remains unfulfilled ,which goes round and round ...
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