July 17

July 16, 2015

by C

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art / creative / creative writing / heart / poem / poetry / writing

Take this doubt,
I’m tired of carrying it–

which is not to say
that any part of this

feels wrong, more
that my heart

at times gets
unhinged

as the moth
bruising its wings

against this glass-paned door–
Give me time and coolness

and empty evenings,
a half-moon, faint stars–

I’ll find my way back,
again, you know this

6 Comments

Niklas says
- July 17, 2015
Simply beautiful

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- C says
  - July 18, 2015
  Thanks, Niklas!
  
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Iremise says
- July 21, 2015
This’ an awesome piece… I love the choice of words and the progress on…thumbs up!

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- C says
  - July 21, 2015
  Thanks!
  
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pensiveandallthatjazz says
- August 22, 2015
“More that my heart at time gets unhinged, as the moth bruising its wings” Favorite.

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- C says
  - August 28, 2015
  Thanks!
  
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