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The Circle

We sit, splintered against skin:

Hieroglyphs spouting complex symbols

From untamed mouths; bodies

Perspiring pits, dropping brows,

Salting welted wounds;

 

Trying desperately to be brave,

Behave in ways we have always been seen,

Glean the truth of who we are,

What we’ve become,

What we do, what we’ve done;

 

Wrestling Rottweilers,

Unmeshing masquerades,

Be...

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Who am I?

Who am I?
Am I all my mashed up mishaps,

Looping, creping, paper chaining through?

Am I clogs of wallpaint stains in

Bedded lanes of devine daisy dew?

Am I rivets, ratchets, harsh lines,

Chiseled by stilettoed hue?

All these thoughts, feelings and instincts;

Which are true?

I sup the type of other mother tongues,

And still ask you....

Who am I?

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Unravelling

"Like peeling an onion" you said.
No.
More; unseaming
Slipped stitches,
Knotted aims,
Frayed edges.

Hunchbacked,
Peddling metal
Over punched pins,
Threading maydays into cloth.

Fingers fumbling at loose seams,
Unravelling weaves,
Desperate hems,
Moth eaten, scrapped themes.

Now, all I am is an empty spool,
Someone's discarded thimble.

Rethread.
Try the pattern again.

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Ottava Riva - NaPoWriMo Day 8

Another attempt at my paternal tongue.

Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.

And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.

E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.

I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.

Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.

But this language pulsates to my yearning.

Ma questo linguaggio puls...

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