You tore open my eyes
Exposing intention
My flesh and your soul ignited as one
Gently you tended the flame that was started
Turned on the music and our dance had begun
We step in time, like you’re my reflection
You have all of me, please, don’t ever let go
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Names were demanded in anticipation of justice, not in lieu K.B. Silver The wave of firings and prosecutions across the world shows that it isn't impossible for the wealthy to take responsibility or be held to account. American courts choose not to take action.
By K.B. Silver 6 days ago in Poets
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Let me be honest. I am finding this difficult. Now, I like a challenge, a stretch, a bit of an obstacle course. “Write about the decline of the British Empire in the form of a narrative poem in which your protagonist is an artichoke” I read, and flex my fingers. “Write a haiku to evoke the sensation of sibilance using only the first half of the alphabet.” “Well”, I think to myself, “this should be fun.” But “write about a system that isn’t working”? A system that isn’t working? Now? In 2026? ONE system? My favourite system that isn’t working? The sexiest system that isn’t working? The one giving me the most angst day to day? The one giving me the most existential dread? I am, as I say, finding this difficult. I will own that I have contemplated writing a thousand words on why the steady “all on” setting on my fairy lights is the EIGHTH of seven options which must be sequentially activated to get there, because that is a system that some fool came up with and it definitely doesn’t work, and now who is paying the price, eh? But how can I write about my fairy lights when…. When…. When….
By Hannah Moore4 days ago in Humans
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Turned on the music and our dance had begun, isn't that how all love affairs start, - finishing is the trick. Well Done Kelli!!
Well-wrought! Do we only separate to rejoice in uniting? Not my original sentiment, mind you, but a question which always arises in the advent of both love and heartbreak, and spurred in my mind by your love-ly poem here!
These are two nice lines: "My flesh and your soul ignited as one Gently, you tended the flame that was started" Like starting a fire and putting wood in it to keep it going.
Beautiful piece, well done.
I once had a young woman tell me, "We walk well together." I answered, "I work hard at it," rather than, "We do, don't we." I'm an idiot.
The mirror image lends great effect to the lovely words here, Kelli!
Such a yearning and beautiful piece! Well done, Kelli!
Smooth, intimate, and flowing like a perfectly synced dance—this one’s got all the warmth and connection of a love that just fits. A little fiery, a little tender, and all kinds of lovely!
Really beautiful, Kelli
When you find The One this is what you want. Good job.