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Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

This seemed to be a week about Oblivion Corpus. And it shall continue to be. Here is another one! Enjoy. 🙂

Don’t forget to like, comment, and share!

And, as always (except last time, because I kind of forgot; such sleepy, much wow), happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine


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Photo by Filip Bunkens on Unsplash.



Only glances on the kilim
But we fly high so high
Above the rain and sky
Intertwined and dim.

Only meeting on the pillow
But we dream something greater
Bigger place and a time better
For our dreams and hopes below.

Why have you come my way?

An idea of the mystifying Fate
Must have opened the wrong gate
Because we weren’t ready yet

Unable to let go since we’ve met.

FIVE

Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

The fifth poem is already here. Yay… or Nay? 😉

Read, enjoy it if you will. I’m off to sleep (it’s kind of late here).

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine


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Cloudy Sunrise. Oil on paper by Mary Matshine.

 

Fragrance of garden at dawn
And water, turbid but pure
Aroma of coffee and milk
And breakfast in our bed.

Night hues are our salvation
Black and blue and silver
Morning colours which divide
Green and red and golden.

All of that we gladly shared
The sounds around our shed
Birds in flight and crickets loud
But none of that exists anymore

Neither does our scent and core.

FOUR

Hello, Everyone-who-reads-this,

The Oblivion Corpus is back. This is the fourth poem, short and bittersweet. Enjoy!

Hope you all had a nice weekend. Mine was and still is pretty busy, but nice nonetheless.

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

P.S. Do you like the new look of the blog? 🙂


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Wavy Sunset. Oil on paper by Mary Matshine.

 

We’ve observed together
Vermilion sunrise and better
Silvery moonlight high above.

We’ve walked the same lane
Through the wind and rain
Snow and feeble leaves.

And when the noon comes
Severe heat evaporates us
We go our own ways

Just to start all over again.

 

*If you enjoyed this poem, then do read these: ONE, TWO, THREE.

 

THREE

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The Glass Desert by Noah Bradley.


Here is another poem from Oblivion Corpus.

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You walk about your desert
Always trying hard to avert
Afraid to stay in one place
To disrupt your wicked dance.


Refusing to completely cease
You do traverse the sill
However you leave behind
All your hopes and true mind.


The suffering is deep within
You’re not letting anyone in
To do what you long for and miss
And then say you do not wish

To let yourself off your leash.

TWO

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Photo from: fineartamerica.com; By Saundra Myles.


I still remember those
Suspicious eyes of yours
Dreary, sad and dear
But filled with fear.

They have watched
Vigilantly the world
Confused by change
Usurped and deranged.

In them, I have found
That looked for all around
Realization erased my smile
Only now I know why

Those eyes are colour of a lie.

ONE

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Mom’s dandelions.

This poem is oppening to Oblivion Corpus I wrote a while back.


We were strange dandelions
Little, yellow and extraneous
Wind blew followed by a ray of sun
So we became merged as one.

Cursed be that whiffing
Destiny’s thread is pulling
When nature goes on spree
And completely eradicates thee.

In your turmoil you’re not vain
Although in lack of that ochre mane
For I was just about to bourgeon
To me the world wasn’t a burden.

The roots interweave
From confinement no relief
Did what you thought was right
To cut down before we start

My part.