Tag Archives: poem

  1. If You Have to Ask, You’re Not Listening.

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    January 27, 2016 by jeliwobble

    Some poetry cannot be read. It has to be experienced. Words do not flow. Instead, solid brick formations of misunderstood …
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  2. Waiting.

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    November 10, 2015 by jeliwobble

    Edges. Fingertips ache, throb with effort. Splintered nails, dug in, down to nubs as if bitten, stripped and bloodied. Knuckles …
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  3. Hiraeth

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    November 5, 2015 by jeliwobble

    I swallow marbles of melancholy. Hard. Glassy. The colour of dispassionate ire, woven through their esoteric centres. They seem as …
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