Nightscape

Credit:    Kylli Sparre

The waters corral me, quicksand

I am slipping, and not a strand

Nor knot can lift me up, sorrow

Drowns my hands to despair, narrow of light, I am stumped

Then sky opens, danger has passed

Darkness was just a rose with black mask

I cast away this blight, see dawn 
Rising sea of lilac green, palming all to glass

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Alchemy of night

Photography:   Kylli Sparre

The night descends
like a chorus of black birds-

Their throats silk
of velvet
and fever
of silver and murmurings.

The night seeds
burning tar streaks
on your hand.

What shadows clamor
is sulfur, melting language 
to blood-red liquid

Here, then, is the night,
its skin
stripped bare,
on your palm, blue flame.


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Horizons

time can grind

    your bones to wood

    your voice to ash

but time can also spool

    your paper cuts to maps 

    your river of darkness to candle



it depends on the lens wearing our eyes 

    a $3.00 subway ticket is
  
    someone's meal for the day-

    when a dress gets rain soaked, it's not tragic

    as when a town is mud-swept by monsoon floods-



i peer out from my chair

    & draw a ship bobbing upon the waves -

on some days, when i feel i am on that ship

   i remind myself, there's a lighthouse at h
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Photography by:  Kylli Sparre

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Living in Canada, I feel so blessed & thankful ~  Whatever challenges I have are so small compared to what others have to go through everyday - war, discrimination & lack of freedom ~

A promissory note, pinned on the mirror

Kylli Sparre via Colossal

Darkness lifts from your shoulders
          for once, imagine standing by sea

Soulful as wind rushes
          your ears in a stampede of energy & verve

Extending your hands, you float 
          like lilies on pond, free of tangles & dead weights

Call the night now
         and see yourself, a key turning

In a singular fluid motion
         the water darkens with velocity 

Spine bending to sky  
         you say, take these seeds

Black & curdled with fear     
         & throw them away to tides & gulls

Moon rises from the sea depths 
         resplendent orange, full of light

Shining your face, earnest & ardent 
        inhale salt beds & sun-ripe meadows 

Everywhere you turn is luck 
        & love rooting & ripening, like it has never left -    
   



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