Oscar_Locke

Australia

these are my letters
to myself.

Message to Readers

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January 1, 2020

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the waters are so cold
when summer never ends
beside riverbank
like mannequins buried in sand

statues watch the 
fishes flash 
streams of coloured flags
as kingfishers

butcher finches
and midday storms
grow black
the wind smoothens

flattens the daisies, the bodies
pressed
so hard like lovers
the mouth opening

and salts spilled into sea
like the crack
of broken shells
and the whistling of words

not meant for me.
 

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  • Anha

    gods, i never get tired of your poetry. you really have an indescribable talent for painting a scene of the natural bleeding into an introspective monologue; i look forward to every word you write.


    3 months ago