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The Crooked Tiara
By nur hidayah
when
you danced last night
the whole room gravitated towards you
and i was just debris
bewildered at the change of trajectory,
hurtling.
i was resurrected
held fast by those sun
eyes
as they drew in all of existence
while i tried to resist
the
gyrations! composing a whole new
heart song
suddenly i was breathing
gods, i'm breathing
and
the air tasted of you.
of fresh soul
dripped from the
fingertips of God.
i awoke on your bird bone shoulders
in a pungeant taxicab.
you were frail, quiet,
human.
i was a deadweight dead girl again
frozen, shellshocked,
a hairs breadth
from straightening
that crooked tiara on
your brow,
and restoring the chaos
that brought me to life.
but all that is left
is the beat of your choreography
occasionally hiking
the flatline of my heart.
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Copyright 2010 nur hidayah
Published on Sunday, August 22, 2010.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Edited. It was too long and indulgent.Comments on "The Crooked Tiara"
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On Thursday, November 20, 2014, drasticdaydreams
(63)
wrote:
It's beautiful.. Every stanza.
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A former member wrote:
breathtaking... thanks for sharing ")
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On Tuesday, January 10, 2012, FadedBlues
(2169) wrote:
Nur, I fall into the depth of your writing...& I can't breathe... (sweetest misery...)
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A former member wrote:
intense work
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A former member wrote:
Beautifully scripted.
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A former member wrote:
"i awoke on your bird bone shoulders
in a pungeant taxicab.
you were frail, quiet,
human." I don't know how you fucking do it... how every single words is stellar and vibrating and beautiful, "fresh soul dripped from the fingertips of God"... but I'm so glad that you do. It's alive. It's heartbreaking. It's more real than anything else.
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