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Eclipse, 4 AM

November 19, 2021
By Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
129 articles 33 photos 956 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love, because you can’t love your way out of the lunatic asylum, but it makes it more fun to be a lunatic.

last night the eclipse broke across 4 AM

the stars were crowded

a stream of broken light with fishes of darkness

I saw it in the pictures the next day

the red echo of the sun

sun felt nothing, moon felt nothing

soundless neighbors stare from the sky.

I didn’t wake up to see the eclipse

but I woke up in the morning

to a train screeching

screaming across the tracks—

outside my frost fallen window

sun bride courted blue

sky so blue and holy that creation cried

sky tears fell on my dirty windowpane

my throat felt parched in my dream.

from my past eclipses I still see them—

timid star angels

dripping the water into my brow.

they wake my blood cells to carry oxygen

 my two legs move

waking each day.

The author's comments:

Eclipse last night! Crazy stuff in the sky!

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Afra PLATINUM said...
on Nov. 30 2021 at 11:28 pm
Afra PLATINUM, Kandy, Other
22 articles 0 photos 171 comments

Favorite Quote:
"You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!"
-Maya Angelou-

This is what I have to say to all my wicked Papa's side relatives...The thing is, they simply don't exist...So, how to tell them...Only the good paternal relatives of mine are still living, others (the indecent savages from my Papa's side) are Dead...Dead ACCORDING TO ME!!!

Wow...It's so nice...Keep ✍
You can also check my poems out...Vote them if you like them...This is a recent poem...

on Nov. 28 2021 at 8:49 am
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
196 articles 22 photos 1038 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

oh, so whimsical.