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unlikely wedded minds
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Unlikely Wedded Minds
A teacup’s pale steam curls
beneath the lamp’s warm halo,
squiggled words bleeding
onto jaundiced pages.
When you read,
you’ll hear only a shadow—
no tremor of my breath,
no inflection to guide you.
Yet—
none to aid but yourself,
as you pick tender words
in this silent vineyard.
Press their juice, let it ferment
in the hush of your own breath.
Then—
perhaps in that red cup
our meanderings will meet,
and my absent voice
will dance in your ear.
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I love the process this poem
I love the process this poem describes, and the succinct but powerful way the language functions.
Coerulescens
Thank you so much. And
Thank you so much. And language is indeed powerful when we pay close attention to it and respect it.
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