There Is The Smell

November 13, 2013 at 6:43 am (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

of freshness in the morning

of moisture in the air…

the empty roads

the cars still in slumber

and the buildings with

no signs of life yet

I am reminded of yellow flowers

fallen on the ground

the smell I can taste on my tongue

and gardens fill up my mind

with dew

just then on the snaking stretch of grey road

from my window

a man appears walking slowly

easy step by easy step

and the curled up street

slowly begins to wake.

– Dominic Alapat

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Soft

November 7, 2013 at 7:25 pm (Dani Clark, Poetry)

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My heart goes soft
for the artists, all
Sieving the world courageous
Our years, their fullness, the winding
Their yeast, the kneading, the rising
To this, these words
The bus so warm inside,
Orange leaves a brilliant pyre
One blue sky, the sun a fire

– Dani Clark

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