they say there’s nothing more perfect,
ask if it will be unbroken,
all while we complain about running in them
In the sand, in the sky, our irises and pupils in our eyes
The sun, the moon, the planets,
Dinner played, bowls, balls, and condoms
Come full circle.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Letter to my Daughter
You have a choice to make here: are you going to continue the cycle, or are you going to break it? Keeping your son away from me hurts him; there’s no question about that. I thought you were being hurt, and I was trying to protect you, not punish anyone when I kept your grandfather away from you. I have said that I was wrong and I am sorry, but there was never any malice involved.
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Comments (3)
Sadly, you're poem (and the image) is way too accurate. Regardless, it's a great poem.
Power to the Mandala of the snake RULE THE WORLD HUGS
can confirm that I do not like your splash image. I am not a fan. nope nope nope