Status Updates From Interior Landscape: Classic...

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I wish I had someone to send some of these to 👎🏼😔

Before I laughed with him
nightly,

the slow waves beating
on his wide shores
and the palmyra
bringing forth heron-like flowers
near the waters,
my eyes were like the lotus
my arms had the grace of the bamboo
my forehead was mistaken for the moon.

But now

"As for me, if I do not see my lover, grief drowns my heart, and like a streak of foam in high waters dashed on the rocks, little by little I ebb and become nothing." Kalporu Cīrunuraiyār

Interesting to have the construction of a reader-as-eavesdropper, rather than reader-as-intended-recipient in these poems.