Poezie

Nothing sought

1 min lectură·26 iunie 2025

Mediu

I don't want anything scripted for me,

No milky clouds of cattails blown away,

No pink rash flaring up without my say,

No mourning songs from jars of mystery.

I won't grow forests dark with history,

Or lakes where broken hopes go down to die;

Let others sip the dreams that sweetly lie —

The ones who still believe in what they see.

If fate decides I have to take the knife,

I'll gather carobs and those dancers caught

In deadly visions spinning out of right;

I'll banish falling phantoms from this life,

Then join their quiet dance, with nothing sought,

And say goodbye — candid, and out of sight.

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Amanda Spulber. “Nothing sought.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/amanda-spulber/poezie/14191513/nothing-sought

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