Zoe Guillory Poems

I was struck blind.
Trapped in a vat of pure black ink.
No sun. No moon. No stars.
And all I could hear was the sound
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As I stand out gazing at the fantasical landscape before me,
I see the waterfalls breaking water and throwing it around amoung
the glittering, curling plants as they drink the sparkling silver water.
It was breathtaking.
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There was a paradise that ruled long ago.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
More beautiful than the human eye can ever perceive;
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You turn your face towards the sun,
hoping that it will warm you.
And yet, your back is to the moon,
but you don't try to change it.
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Though the world on the other side of the river
is peaceful, you don't take more than a glance.
You allow your emotional war to continue,
hoping that someone-anyone-will notice the pain,
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The rustle of leaves,
The patter of tiny feet,
The whisper of the river,
The stillness of the air,
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Mockingbirds are the only
birds to sing all the colors.
The most beautiful of them all
is the saddest, and she sings
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Though the world
just beyond the darkness
in which the girl was
curled up was unreachable,
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Water stretched out before me. A lake of crystals, filled
with overlapping rocks along the bottom. A few jutted out.
One could only guess what lay beneath them, but I did not worry
about what was below me. I did not worry about the Unknown,
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If I had a paintbrush, I'd paint my world orange.
Orange for the Destruction and Purity of Fire;
For the Power of the Sun;
For the Patience and Innocence of a Child;
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