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Poetry & Art

Prince of Blue

because the frail wing
trembling in black possessive mud
is a voice stranded by words and
the night eats words

i walk towards it sharpened by desire
sometimes it seems human

maybe this is the only way
for my pillow to keep its gentle spell of dreams

because i need a place where i can hold you

you should know
i’ve become every altar across three continents

you should know
i’ve become every animal you’ve left behind

my prince of blue
night is better
i am afraid, glorious
and ethereal
water is poseidon and
the sky opens its mouth wide of fireflies
i land cool rain of thousand fires
in ash we are born

sometimes this place feels almost human

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by lkourteva

Having lived across three continents, Lubomira is a Canadian writer, poetess, humanitarian and founder of "Art of Love" where she writes and teaches on relationships, intimacy, wellness, mysticism, folklore, and intuitive and spiritual development. She is also the author of poetry books "Moonhold" (2019) and "The God-like Things" (2021). Most recently she was published on The Poetry Question Journal, and has been a contributing writer to Thought Catalog, Sivana East and Elephant Journal.


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