We appear briefly in history
if we show at all
just one brief shining moment
our light barely has time
to travel the length of our most distant star
before it has gone
extinguished
with all our hopes and dreams.
In light of this short window
I choose to shine brightly
so that my glow
will last the length of the universe
and back again.
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Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.
Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.
The Goose Girl
- The Goose Girl
- Telling my troubles to the horses head and whispering them to the stove.
The iron stove
If you are eavesdropping by the iron stove
or standing in the shadows near Falada's severed head,
if you are reading these words
please leave a comment now and then.
2 comments:
Very beautiful. I think you should start submitting some of this poetry to magazines/journals.
Thank you. I wouldn't know where or how to begin such a task.
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