Polaroid photos in boxes
Scratched surfaces, searching for layers beneath
Gravity pulls blues, blacks and grays, hiding them underground
While painted orbs, stretch oblong, grasping to skin, begin to glow
Break away, float, then drift away into night’s sky open arms
Released, a brand new beginning awaiting
A traced line that follows the round of my ear
Makes me listen to reminders that lift at the edge
Hidden stitches touched, moves me
Tied off at the end, a thread dangles in the wind of time
The safety of a tree’s shadow
Embraced, wrapped around rings of my past
Needles fall and I retrace my steps
A pillow of fallen leaves awaits
I lie my head and give thanks for the forgiveness of the sun
A village on their knees, hands beating the ground in unison
Low and deep, it rolls just under the surface of my skin
Reconnecting severed ties, I tremble
Mirrored expressions return my gaze, fragile to the touch
A trail of white whiskers, I follow you
Through bending trees softly singing lost odes, but not of lost loves
Quiet moments sway, hidden in deep valleys, under the cover of anticipation
Waiting for the silence to be broken by wandering suggestions of my own creation
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My name escapes your lips without a sound, floating it searches
Your presence brushes by my ear, scents left behind to entice
A yearning awakens for another chance, another time, just one more time
Wanting to inhale, swallow, to drink
Embracing what lay before me this time, before it disappears evermore
Mat Aru Poetry 