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always always

walking sideways
has always
been my thing.

 singing always,
always singing,
hoping for
new beginnings.

beginning to learn
to walk again
after an un-graceful
fall.

learning to smile again
after feeling
nothing at all.

nothing at all.

~my humble  entry to poetics at dVerse Poets Pub ~ say it again, Sam! ~ hosted by  Hedgewitch (Joy Ann Jones) on the theme of repetition in poems.

going somewhere?

This train's destination is Cleveland Circle

photograph: (C) AB Troen ~ Last 380 Hours

wooosh she’s near

one step back

click and snap

smiling scraps.

fingers letting go of

closing doors that show no

cares for long goodbyes or bags

forgotten on the borderlines.

windows smudged with hearts and fears

reflecting past too close, too dear.

then coming from the car nearby

is strumming – no more tears, no cry,

which summons like that piper once

to follow waves of joy, of pleasure,

reaching in, relieving deadweight

freeing empty spaces aching.

inhaling, exhaling…

aimlessly aiming.

craving creating.

stuck in chains chaining,

naval chord threatening.

screech screens screams.

swallow – choke.

slow release

here it goes…

open doors.

down

the steps.

felicity?


~ claudia schoenfeld host of Poetics tonight at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, offering song and drinks to lift up spirits and challenges to about trains… this is my entry.

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