METAPHOR BOX
From the Stray and Timeless Collection
Hanging Off a Corner of Eternity *
THESE POEMS DON’T BELONG TO ME
(Work in progress © Alina Alens)
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MANTLE BREACH WARNING !
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We regret to inform you
that
the blade of cynicism, which has been deemed
blunt for decades in your case,
is now showing sharpening signs.
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MANTLE BREACH INSTRUCTIONS
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In the event of unpredictable accidents of fate,
when we regretfully inform you that the blade of cynicism,
the same that has been deemed blunt for decades of grace,
is showing signs of sharpening,
we highly recommend reading through
“The Incomplete Fantasy We Call Love.”
For your peace of heart.
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1
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These poems don’t belong to me
These poems don’t belong to me,
just as music does not belong to anyone,
just as love belongs to all of us,
just like life,
just like faith.
This
is
the part that streams forth
right under my eyes, yet
unrecognisable,
uniting a past and a present unknown,
foretelling a strange tomorrow,
if we ever get to it
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2
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While I’m still here
I choose to be the hand that soothes the early hours of the morning or the afternoon,
when the air is thin, too thin for soothing, too thin, really, for almost anything…
Would you hate me then, or love me even more?
. . .
While I’m still here
I am the hand that shelters the white of your dreams and covers up the iris of your nightmares
when you sleep, when consciousness is not yet quite awake…
Would you hate me then, or love me even more?
. . .
While I’m still here
I am the hand that shares a tenderness that nobody requests,
when silence takes the place of spoken words, and speaking eyes make promises
too big to keep…
Would you hate me then, or love me even more?
. . .
While I’m still here
I’ll be the hand that winds the clock, that oils its wheels
and wipes the dust off sails, so that your boat will keep on sailing safely
towards new shores, new promises and new tomorrows…
Would you hate me then, or love me even more?
. . .
While I am here
I could go on forever…
Still,
Would you hate this minute, or love me even more for it?
. . .
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