The Grebel Poets
This month Grebelspeaks sees the outpouring of poetic creativity!
Croon to Me
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An Ode to the Advanced Hockey Team
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Simple Stories of Tragic Tales
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Fall
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Close Your Eyes
By: Secret Sue
I love closing my eyes.
It makes everything disappear into the nothingness.
Everything... Simply gone.
It's magical.
Especially in the dark.
Because there, in the darkness, behind my closed eyelids, shapes start forming.
Irregular... Organic... Ever-flowing... They move; they shift; they flow.
They are discernible only by the slight colour they emit against the black.
Each its own individual...
Then at times, it’s just static, like a private stretch of starry sky... Like an old TV with no signal.
Empty.
Polar Bear in a snow storm.
Alone and safe from predators.
Safe from anxiety and stress, the constant moving of life.
When you feel stressed, just stop and close your eyes.
Maybe there you'll find your safe haven...
It makes everything disappear into the nothingness.
Everything... Simply gone.
It's magical.
Especially in the dark.
Because there, in the darkness, behind my closed eyelids, shapes start forming.
Irregular... Organic... Ever-flowing... They move; they shift; they flow.
They are discernible only by the slight colour they emit against the black.
Each its own individual...
Then at times, it’s just static, like a private stretch of starry sky... Like an old TV with no signal.
Empty.
Polar Bear in a snow storm.
Alone and safe from predators.
Safe from anxiety and stress, the constant moving of life.
When you feel stressed, just stop and close your eyes.
Maybe there you'll find your safe haven...