I find television very educating.
Every time somebody turns on the set,
I go into the other room
and read a book.”

Groucho Marx

poem156: Beginning of an End

Is it the beginning of an end I wonder no words do justice I ponder * the 2am walk by the beach steps laden with follies the sand clings to my feet waves try to set them free * against the July winds heavy with juvenile chill my palms feel warm where they hug my…

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Micropoetry#71

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tell me otherwise…

on some days when the moon is hiding behind a cloud I see you through its eyes and I feel your gaze upon me on those nights I find your smell lingering in the corners of my bed when I climb in they hug me until I fall asleep you may deny it wasn’t love…

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Micropoetry#60

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4 am

you’re adrift barely breathing you’re sleeping but your ghosts are lurking although draped in slumber in your head you’re wide awake… For 4 am, is the hour to sire fresh dreams to leave behind all that couldn’t be… For 4 am, is a new bend those haunts need to rest the voices better wait they…

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Micropoetry#58

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Micropoetry#57

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the withering anchor

the tide has turned I am lost in its depths there’s nothing saving me from the gnawing weeds filling my lungs but his words become my anchor against raging storms they hold me down from going astray all I need to do is hold on but I am slipping from their grip and he doesn’t…

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Fire – Micropoetry

* * * * * there was no dousing that fire, the night was a long one * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Follow me on Instagram and Pinterest for my poetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr | Pinterest

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