It’s too night,
unloved black-cat
black, as inked
punctuation,
looped pauses
and finalities, or more
like shaped as a glass,
not hollow, but wanting.
A night is a vessel,
a word, an arrival, still,
the shore never ceases
to surprise me,
and neither does
the sea.
Your poetry is amazing! Have you tried getting it published?
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Thanks! I do, sometimes.
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I tried Poetry Foundation.
I should have known better 😆😜
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I love this 🙂
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Thank you, Rashika!
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I love your blog! It is such a comfort to me, and even inspired me to start my own poetry blog!! Thank you so much!
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Another sea poem? Tsk, tsk.
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Muhahaha 🙂
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I love this!
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Thanks!
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My favorite. Please post more.
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Thanks!
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