Janine Alyssa Navarro Poems

like a candy wrapper
thrown into
the unsuspecting wind
I feel a nervousness,
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wishful, and thinking, yes
for another broad sunny day
to come back sweeping in
the glitters that once
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The hands of the clock
They wave as if they’ve
Always been hurt
I cast a dark look
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familiar stomps
on a shiny, surprised floor
flailing arms
a mouth too silent
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When my mood
Sits itself
On an innocent swing
Prepare yourself
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the little cuckoo clock inside my chest
has been attacked, demolished and run over
by a hundred escaped horses, galloping from
a not-so secure stable, despite its rich paint;
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pastel blue clouds
stars suspended,
I close my eyes
stretching my hands
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all these songs on the radio,
poetry upon yearning pages
and tales as old as time…
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