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Diorama

 

The tadpoles in your aquarium

Dream violet waters, trampolines,

And swan-necked dolls-

As a symbol of grace.

Beyond the dioptres

Holy dust covers the crumped leather of shoes.

Paths kiss each other then never lavish again.

I sleep in your top dresser drawer

Protected against misshapen umbrae.

The wind puffs up blundering feathers.

Nobody hears you telling yourself:

Ancestors cloy our faults with genes.

 

Vyara Kozareva

 

Vyara Kozareva lives in Bulgaria. Her work has appeared in Adelaide Literary Magazine.


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  1. we need more poetry that has poetry as its language and not just the form. this poem meets that requirement and I am impressed and grateful.

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