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Wet Stems

By Pete Harpum on Monday December 16th, 2019

Welcome to Community Content. We endeavour to align these creative contributions with UPLIFT’s greater vision of spreading Unity, Peace and Love. All authors are responsible for their content and have stated that this is their original work. Many blessings.

May Your Memories Rise ...

This paradox manifest: to write with no words. The feel of wet stems
Drop into memory, but the meniscus holds. Nothing spilt. (Yet.)

Slipping silently around newly found edges, feelings feint as
Fronds caress careful memories. Lit with gentle eye borne glowing.

Star staring spaces aroused, bursting out honest between tight banks.
Fluid as your husky swirling Afrasian tongues. Mouth opening

Into quiet quiescence? May your memories rise, float next mine.
Lotus flowers, feeding ancient starlight. Solemn, silent. (Alive.)

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Words By Pete Harpum

 

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