Her Presence

I hopped five steps across the board.
I stood there looking
At the square that maybe would take me to jail.
I just needed the dice to settle
At more than eleven.
Instead I rolled two ones (darn
It!).
I hopped two steps down
And mistakenly landed
On the normal emoji toys.

I sleepily kept moving
And rolling my tiny dice.
I’d barely land and pass
Each neatly patterned cell.
One filled with candy crisps.
Another filled with fluffy materials.
I’d pass the moments with laughter;
Imagined?
I’d draw cards with riddles written
On them, but no one
Answered my questions.
I couldn’t see the end of this board game
I’m stuck in.

I heard someone give me a suggestion.
I peered over my shoulder to see
If it had been her, then wondered
If it had been an essence
I frankly created, to not be disappointed.


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It Clicks


 

Can you explain
The scales that consecutively run
To those that cannot sense it.

Our vision that pales;
His, hers, and mine,
In the faces of sophists.

Then dewy inklings
Of feathered proofs lapse
By subsequent engineering
In uncounted droplets
On tympanic shields
From deciphers felt.

Breathless moments buried;
Dissonant reverberations
Diminishing;
Things I
Use to
Savor.

Practice

In stalled exhaling vents
Of stagnant airs ment
To shred transparent sheets,
The host stuffed of fleets
Of encumbered flaking ink
Seeks parchment to sink
The same release it once
Sailed in currents of parses.
Which end will a steward
Choose to push towards,
Which armour? Dipped in gold polished,
Patinaed bronze rusting, or cold
Dusted metals collected for smelting,
Reforged in translucent discarded molting’s.
Fluttering molds of castings casted away
From irregular seams. An array
Of clouds drift slowly in redundancies.
Stifled inhalations of repugnancies
Halt the motions of exploration
Of facing disfigured formations
In installments
In lineaments
Of practice.