The grand silence
before a historic
happeningslips time.
In a deep ceramic well
of concentrationwe empty
our mind
breathe slow
others smoke
on alert
anytime unclenching.Then finally the awaking pop
of the drop – almost anti-climactic -
before sinking
deeper into a holeof relief.
P.S.: This is definitely unprintable, mainly because of the subject matter, and its obsoleteness. This is like the sixth draft, and I don't think I have got it right. Still, I can't resist posting it here.
Broken
The moon a shard
of china plate.
What did she
once whole,
hold, to be now
empty,
broken?
P.S.: Edited. And still
love this, no matter what others might think.
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