Ivona Sophia Poems

everywhere in the world there are motels
with empty parking lots
waiting for couples
temporarily in love
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it continuously rains

you sleep
your breath calms the shadows
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In your hands
I am silk
Under the smooth stitch of fingers
I fold willingly.
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the walls musty from humidity,
a dreary day
dusk pushes itself
under our clothes
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Wild strawberries
String together
On the long grass
Smell like a summer day
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your hands
clenched into fists
ten fingers
on which there still lie
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The morning was late.
I didn’t even have the time to rub my eyes
Already woken by the afternoon wind.
I’m running to you
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I don’t want to be another
poet, with long hair, wearing
a baggy sweater, telling the world
old truths with words so used
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Insanity catches you
Slowly on a gray day
Sheets of rain winter is late
This year maybe it will
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I’m getting trapped in repeatability. always
the same thoughts, the same moves. maybe it’s
too late to learn embroidery or cooking, to remember
new words, pattern of poetry, or your laughter.
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