Where We Belong, paper collage, 2022
the clouds are gearing up a hurricane or perhaps a handkerchief the light stutters, a blackjack of ladybugs cross-legged in a field, i ask myself is there a war outside this bed? i am afraid the gardens in these eyes are more existential than real and even the bones in this poem are strangers tell me, is this really what ships are made for? answer: love is a consequence of action stars begin in water perhaps the spacekeepers have lost their way
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12 responses to “Spacekeepers”
Loving the mystical, enchanting vibes in this poem!
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Thank you so much, Jaya!
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True that
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That is so interesting to read
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Thank you!
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Lyrical and beautiful. I think I’d like to get to know these Spacekeepers.
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Haha me too! I’m glad you enjoyed the poem, Bob!
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Thank you for adding creativity and imagination to my evening. ✨
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And thank you for the kind words, Michele. I’m glad you enjoyed this. 🙂
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I like the opening stanza..a hurricane or a hankerchief..a wondering of what a thing is or is not. But finally an answer. Love is an action. A statement that is an anchor in a world (and in this poem) that we don’t always understand and struggle to figure out. Well done 🙂
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Thank you so much, my friend! 😊
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