by Belinda MunozNovember 8, 2011
The fabric is vast and textured.
Its thread, vibrant with color, is uneven,
knotted and frayed as though the loom
of its weaving is made of soft rubber that gives.
Its origin is unknown. One who looks
will find a side, an angle or a point yet its
ongoing narrative connects only to more fabric.
Its surface is filled with holes — [...]
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by Belinda MunozNovember 1, 2011
Breath of life,
cradled in warm skin
rocking slow
feels like home
seven billion chances to
let inner light glow.
Gasp for air,
anonymity
follows souls
flung too far
seven billion points of light
burn unevenly.
Wildfire hopes
fanning spark-less smoke
overnight
not tonight.
Chance that flicker turns to flame
high like stars above.
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Shadorma for dVerse Poets Pub.
According to the U.N., our world population may have surpassed the seven billion milestone yesterday. [...]
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