©2017 Emmah Toris
Author: Emmah Toris
Lonesome (& flashing)
Far more beautiful Feeling,
Can’t you handle Yourself?
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For Thousands of Years of Neuter Life
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Wonder(er)
Have you noticed?
The sun is alien –
And you’re my sunblock,
Winged One.
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– Image courtesy of Polixeni Papapetrou –
(Se) Poate
Mănânc un Univers zemos, stricat, dar cu posibilităţi de recuperare (a subtilităţii). Se răsfrânge ca edenul peste gânduri necurate Cum se-agită dimineaţa... Gloria – timid – prin toate. Măr: Sunt din ce în ce mai delicat(ă) şi mai exigent(ă).
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Guest
Since we are dwelling in a castle of dreams,
there are enough doors
for us
to open
or
keep closed –
enough for us…
not to fail.
No blossom stays away
on Thursday or Sunday or Tuesday or Saturday or Monday or Friday or Wednesday!
Tickets, anyone?
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– Image courtesy of Grzegorz Kmin –
Sehnsucht
My baby just cares for
liveliness!
During my underwater adventures,
I used to…
Now, I fantasize about finding
the right somber adipose cells
of unicorns,
the sorcerous binding –
I’m yearning for my narwhals!
Warm, fat, liquid,
at home,
at peace.
But I’ve recently taken the Promised Land
(situated on the iconic seafront)
On a lifetime lease.
Jolly good!
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– Image courtesy of Wayne Levin –
Remarkable irony
(In)significance: the void whispers – pay attention;
It resembles
a Life.
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Regeneration
come sit by thine fire –
Terrible Eden
hatches now and then
and Grace unstrings the lyre.
The Sublime
never existed
before your stubborn Kind,
and transient thoughts
seemed thrilling –
but all it takes is Softness
(in my chest)
and all the world
stays willing.
Marvel-heart, leeway-heart,
Come sit by
Our Fire.
– Image courtesy of Kristamas Klousch –
Adoration of the Holy Lost and Found
Partaker: Let’s adorn the darkness, shall we?
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