Julia Klimenova Poems

My grandma had a dark blue brooch.
It was just glass, few pennies' worth.
Held to the light, it flashed, as bright
As all the diamonds on earth.
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People are works of art.
I've known some human sculptures:
Elegant, cold, detached,
Closed in upon themselves.
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Me and my solitude,
A strange relationship.
By turns embracing it
Or wriggling in its grip.
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I hear the echoes of songs,
Collect the truths no one heeds.
I pick up signs, gather clues,
String them together like beads.
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The dust on the shelf -
Dry tears of the book
Neglected for long
Unused to the touch
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I tame my fears
Accepting them
I get to know them
By degrees.
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Having to decide
Between 'want' and 'must',
I chose the latter
Held on to it fast.
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Yet another city left behind.
And I wonder if it still exists,
If the city hall clock strikes midnight,
Towers looming up, wrapped in the mists.
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Grappling in my head
For the word to say,
When my mind goes blank.
Like a barren desert
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I was a Grecian urn,
Once buried, then unearthed,
Forgotten by the sea.
The wrinkles of my cracks
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