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[dustwrite]

The Fog

The sun hasn’t risen, but it’s here. Soft. Silent. It usually goes by, unnoticed, but today there’s just something different. The air’s warm, but it’s cool. Goosebumps follow shivers, as, gently, water hangs. Suspended, the blanket covers a sleeping town, grey, for now, before the orange sun burns it away. A lazy start to a lazy Sunday.

[ladyerynn]

Ten

My first attempt at a Dizain poem! What do you think? #poetrycommunity #poem #authorlife #blog #poet #Dizain #classicalpoet

Ten lines of ten syllables is hardlyEnough space for me to conjure a scenePregnant with the mysteries of the mindAnd resonating with the broken heartsWho find a persistent comfort in dark,Liminal spaces outside of the harshLight of our cold, modern society-Where everything is based on its valueAnd our rare, undesirable traits areRemoved in favor of conformity

Ten

[ladyerynn]

Capitalism

IAm notDesigned toSpend my one lifeTrying to surviveIn a capitalistSociety, where artworkLiterature, and poetryFall by the wayside in favor ofThe sterile lines of modernization

Capitalism

[nekomessiah144]

Sapphics by Algernon Charles Swinburne | Poetry Foundation

All the night sleep came not upon my eyelids,