There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it.
// Gustave Flaubert
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MIND: Interrogation
And are you in love? And are you happy? And do you sometimes write a poem? And have you had your hair cut? And have you met anybody of such beauty your eyes dance, as the waves danced?
// Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Quentin Bell
MIND: Fruta
I row my beautiful, temporary body through this water-lily world.
// Mary Oliver
MIND: Portal
Your being has been the door that allowed me
to reach fresh air for the first time.
// Rainer Maria Rilke
SOL: Razbliuto
I painted your frame in a coffee shop
On a fogged up windowpane
Just to show the world
I can’t forget your taste
The peculiar way you strip down to
Nude lace with no shame
Hibiscus drips down your skin
Still tight from the salt in the sea
I want everyone to know what you’ve
Done to me
3AM Thoughts // AKA “I Am No Longer Welcome at the Starbucks on King.”
SOL: Assumption
When he sees that all
I do and write is not for
Him, I pray he leaves
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 28.”
MIND: Obscurity
I sometimes wish that I had been born in some obscure corner of the world… In Iceland, perhaps, or some South Sea Island, where one could live a normal life without being part of the great insane world struggles.
// Sylvia Plath
MIND: Reverse
Who ever said that Hell was darkness? What fool said that light was good and darkness evil? In extremes, all things reverse themselves. In extremes there are no opposites.
Terror and Erebus // Gwendolyn MacEwen
SOL: Morph
I think of you now
In terms of fear and escape –
Our love has been killed.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 7.”
SOL: Besotted
Addiction looks good
When it involves her covered
By a threadbare sheet
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 6.”
