i didn’t get rid
of that cracked cup
because i know
one day from the tap
will drip a quantum of poison
& said cup will be handy
let me not drift in convenience
let me not fall asleep
while concrete is melting
& the stylus is charging
i didn’t get rid
of that cracked hope
because i know
one day from the news
will beam a quantum of light
& said hope will be handy
let me not sink in clamour
let me not fall asleep
while trust is hardening
& a stylus is charging
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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here’s a piece of advice, try using the plate for the tea for a while
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Nah, plates are for hurling like frisbees. 😝
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Pretty much, but they can even smash a person’s head
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Powerful imagery and I love the contrast of themes of form of cracks and brokeness; but finding in those cracks…a place to capture/charge light. Brilliant and profound!
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It truly is a masterful contrast. I love it too! Thank you for reading as always, Suzette. 😄🙏
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wonderful poem!👍🏼❤️🙏🏼thank you!
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Thank you for reading! 🙏
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