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15

Written October 11, 2019 At first:A sunrise.It touches a new world,Welcoming it into existence,Spreading joy like honey.Our eyes are round and full,And we absorb this light,This light that will lastBut for an instant. Now:We see that there is a horizon.That there is an end to this beginning.At times clouds gather,Our souls folding inward,Like black holes withBlazing stormsRinging in our ears. But, my friend, such is life.There must be one beginning.You can choose your end. Now:We see that there is lightBeyond…

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Reflection

Reflection

Written December 17, 2019 what do I do? she askssnow falling likemoon pastecoating her lungsin wonder and love. why do I do it?she asksand the sun answersbecause life is goldand time is glass. Reflection © Safira Schiowitz

Love Dust

Love Dust

Written December 6, 2019 Isn’t the snow pretty?She turns to me, lips pointUp like a shallow bowlYes What is snow?The sky doesn’t want to shed tearsSo it sheds stars instead Trees shudder withFrosting and gumdrops The dust of melancholy and palpableLove Love Dust © Safira Schiowitz

Questions

Questions

Written August 21, 2019 Is the moon an evening sun?Which chooses to send down its light in cascades of silverInstead of goldAnd to cover us all in a blanket of lethargyNot energyWilling our leaded lids to closeForcing us into a land of clouds with a gentle power Is a firefly a fireflyand a dragonfly a dragonflybecause the dragon must arrive before the fire?Could this be the explanation of whyThe dragonfly buzzes its opalescent wingsGlistening in favor of the daylight sunBefore…

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Willow of Thought

Willow of Thought

Written June 26, 2019 There is nothing more elusivethan stretched shackles darkenedby the stubborn determination that sprouts in recurringvines. But the chains are forged frombiotic fractalsAnd the leaves are wrought ofmud encrusted irondirtied by Timewhose very handsstretch across the Universein broad and deceiving caresses. The lies are smothered in a bedof tenderness. And still the beat rolls onits waves spiraling into the monotonous eternitythat is preserved by the corridorsof ignorant ecstasy and uninhibitedBrilliance Still it is strangled in the inviting clutches of raw perception. Willow of…

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Void of Sound

Void of Sound

Written August 23, 2019 In an instant, he was reborn.  Clank. Voices. Or at least he could only guess that was what voices sounded like. He used his nose as his eyes. His lids were too heavy to unglue. The air burned. It was full of chemicals that gave him a sour taste in his mouth. Or maybe the taste was part of being reborn. Swish. Was that the sound of water? He smiled. He heard. Yes, he was indeed…

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Contemplations

Contemplations

Written March 16, 2019 Silhouettes of swaying palmsplastered upon a skysodden with glistening stars. december, may, february,they don’t mean anything here,in this playground for foolsSurrounded by beauty and yetThey care not. Why make all this soyou can’t be thanked?They are in submarines:waiting to drown in a seaof turquoise and coral. They care not. Contemplations © Safira Schiowitz

The Sound of Ignorance

The Sound of Ignorance

Written December 26, 2018 There was a voiceI did not hear itAs ancient as the Distant pyramidsAs liquid as the Silkin starsBarred by no fenceAnd marred with scarsPerhaps I’ll heed it another day For now I’d rather stay away. There was a voiceAs pure as silverMy god I wishI did not kill herShe was frailShe was smallPerhaps did not exist at allBut she was there, oh yes indeedThat little voice I did not heedBecause I was filled with hate and greedThat silent voice…

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So, too, Did the Light

So, too, Did the Light

Written January 26, 2019 And so there it was that the gates of life gaped open before her.  The chair Eva sat on was cold and hard. Her long, thin fingers were clasped in a clammy wad on her lap. She stared into the distance. There was a woman next to her with wispy blond hair that she seemed to perpetually run her fingers through. The hand in which she held the play script was quivering uncontrollably. Eva felt she…

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The Thief

The Thief

Written December 26, 2019 A leaf drifted down in wide scoops until it rested on the water. It sank into its silvery surface and filled up like a flaking gold chalice. Slowly, the leaf was submerged and became part of the glimmering river. Vera saw all of this. She thought it so beautiful that she stopped to admire the sight and wondered why a crowd of people hadn’t gathered to watch with her. She was thirty years old, but sights…

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