Happiness is her
coveted poetry
She’s kept away
From writing
Without knowing
The face of love
She’s seen only
As in lovers’ faces
Harvesting sunshine
Reflecting starlight
With a fragrance
Of a perfumed powder
She bought a long ago.
Tag: Poetry
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Powder
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Cruel to be kind
Cruel truths are
Neither kind nor
Justified under
The pretext of love
Gnawing the spirit
Conversant with
The finer tissues
Of the heart’s chamber
When you assail it
And munch the heartstrings
Because the truths are
Not true, and you know it. -
Cyclone
Whirling, wheeling
Swirling, swiveling
A cyclone of discord
Brings a vortex of chaos
Into the palace of the soul
Shaking the caryatids
Carrying the dome of hopes
Frescoed with memories,
Whereas the Queen weeping
Stands up to fate alone
In the ruins of yesterdays. -
Aspiration
The great eagle
Gliding on a flying
Magic carpet
In the blue sky
Breasting the air
And sees the wind
Carry a herd of clouds
Like a ghost shepherd
Skybound, spellbound
Breathtaking, neverending.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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