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the shape of an 'R'
the shape of an ‘R’
this is how a block of caesium
shows itself. it is so soft you could
cut it with a spoon, press it out of shape
with a finger; so tender, it would then
melt down, and set itself on fire.
it would only know the warmth of touch
for a brief moment. i remember once,
walking past an unfinished building
and talking about carving our names
onto wet cement. pressing our fingers
into the soft concrete and…
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break
after all this time i still find it hard
to write poetry about you:
to cut you into pieces,
cram you into a page,
then write the last line and proceed no further;
to let it harden, to announce to myself
that this was the way it ended;
that there is no redemption arc,
no moving on or turning back,
and it will never be as beautiful
as the idea originally conceived;
it will never disappear
in…
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Poop Analysis
Note: The following poem contains descriptions of poop.
Today I ate a bowl of soup
that tasted kinda funny.
It manifested in my poop:
so thick, and yet so runny.
It started when I sat in class;
I felt completely fine.
But soon I started passing gas—
I should’ve seen the signs.
I closed my eyes to count to ten;
my tummy started churning.
I valiantly held on, but then
my buttocks started burning.
I…
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your enviable farmer-chic fashion
your enviable farmer-chic fashion
There once was a farmer named Gwen,
with excellent sartorial sense.
She dressed like a farmer,
(a real rugged charmer!)
with flannel adorning her pants.
Now Farmer Gwen’s sought-after fashion,
was subject to ardent attention.
She tended the stalls
in jean overalls,
to the animals’ great satisfaction.
This poem was written for V as a poem for a cause. All proceeds will be donated to The T Project.
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Highfalutin
Behold: inscriptions will ensue
Comprising highfalutin.
This balladry perplexes, true,
But praise the executing.
Our highfalutin skill is earned
When intellect is sharpened,
While those uncouth and taciturn
Use unbefitting jargon.
Wherefore employ vocabulary
Tailored to the masses?
Us prudent and contemporary
Shall not speak like asses.
We dignify the multiverse,
Dear highfalutin linguists—
Our…
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Lucid Dream
“When you’re aware that you’re in a dream, you are in control. You can shape the story, the possibilities, the ending, in any way you want…”
I hear the tides of wakefulness
crash against a distant shore.
I woke up in a dream today.
I know the rules:
even as the architect,
you have to act quickly.
I have placed you on the street where
we last saw each other. I move,
but my limbs are heavy. The…
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The Story
Yesterday, I visited
an orphanage by the sea;
learned the language of the wyverns;
had raspberry tarts with garden gnomes.
They showed me around their strange homes,
covered in bright blue vines
and hidden amongst the foliage.
Without fail they would bring me
to see the wyvern’s hoard,
warning me about the floorboards
that creak obscenely on the way.
I learned how the gnomes
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Fashion
On that day,
my reflection finally made sense.
I’d been trying to decipher it
like some foreign language,
my own image a puzzle
I couldn’t piece together.
It took one curious afternoon;
an accidental glance
in the mirror;
a frivolous peek
in a wardrobe I never had.
Having only ever donned
half the possible clothes
the world had to offer,
I finally found the missing piece
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a day in the ideal life of being a goose on a remote pastoral suburban farm
a day in the ideal life of being a goose on a remote pastoral suburban farm
One fine day on Valley Farm
and miles beyond the city,
there lived a gosling, full of charm:
our rustic, blissful Nikki.
She honked and waddled down the path
towards the splendid lake.
At lunch, she gave her feet a bath
and munched on berry cake.
She stretched her wings across the grass
and pruned her pretty feathers.
The gentle wind was blowing past—
Oh my! What lovely weather!
The sky was…
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Starlight
We have waited months
for the world to fall in place
like this. An empty sky,
an open field; a blanket of darkness
dotted with specks of light.
Love, all I will do is
lean and gaze. Do you think
they were waiting for this
too? That for months
the stars were also yearning
for the clouds to part; for the city lights
to tone themselves down. For
your evenings off and my quiet days
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Poetry for a Cause, Summer 2021
Poetry for a Cause, Summer 2021
Hi everyone! From now till 30 June, my friend Nageen and I will be writing poems for charity. Send in a prompt by commenting or by submitting through the Prompt Box. A prompt can be anything: serious or silly or profound or mundane. Pay as you wish, and one of us will write you a poem. All proceeds will be donated to The T Project.
Minimum donation is $2 – you don’t need to give large amounts to…
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creamy
far away, a car wails.
the sound pierces through,
making its way inside,
and now it is stuck.
it bolts around, bouncing
from wall to wall,
screaming for an escape.
but there are only
so many places sound can go
when it is trapped inside
a confined space. soon it
flings itself onto the walls,
mashing its body into paint;
a brilliant collision.
sickening, creamy white
becomes the colour of the…
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Clouds
Imagine me and you—
I do. Imagine that
our revels have ended;
that this act has
melted into air, like
the baseless fabric of
a vision. In these cloud-capped
towers, these solemn temples,
I think about you day and night,
and hold you tight. I think about
how the world could be—all which
it might inherit. How the skies
will be blue. How you will say
you belong with me, and
still my beating mind,…
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ARBITER OF TRUTH
TRUE: today there was
philosophy class. what is true,
they say, is determined by
correspondence to external reality.
FALSE: this morning, google
told me the skies would be clear.
but all day long there were only
storm clouds overhead.
TRUE: in our final paper
they added a third option.
the correct answer turned out
to be: “all of the above.”
FALSE: i woke up from a
nightmare at 3 am. they
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still night
every night i break a promise
to myself. my pillow grows
cold from waiting—and yet
i think: there is
too much peace to be
sleeping soundly to. what is
a soothing tune, a faint
tranquility, if no one is awake
to listen? the heartbeat
of the city dims, as if
all of traffic is winding down,
preparing to fall asleep.
every night i sit up,
put my ear to glass
and listen, and nobody
is awake enough to…
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on a walk with you
on a walk with you
often you don’t need to speak.
you’re good at letting the route
do the talking. look, it seems
to say, no matter what happens
the sun still spills its yolk
into the sea, mixing itself
like a bowl of ban mian.
the waves still lap at the shore,
rich and bursting with flavour.
around the bend, friends
chatter about getting dinner.
a golden retriever chases a ball.
when the sky changes colour,
the…
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In shades of black and white
In shades of black and white
Translated from Harini V
Between flesh and fingernail
I once buried a symbol of love.
Whenever my home
slips away from memory,
whenever I feel alone
and my shoulders grow heavy,
I rummage for the medicine
buried in the nail beds,
lost in the rooms
of my mind. Even with
the windows locked, and
the gaps under the door
plugged with cloth, the heat still
dissipates, with each passing second,
leaving…
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