Dream
of sincerity
and faith
again.
Authenticity
has captured us
before.
//Dreams, 4/16/2019
//Collette Kristevski
Dreams: A Blackout Poem by Collette Kristevski
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Mortal’s Plea: A Poem by Collette Kristevski
Cease the dark
for Light’s sweet summons.
Don’t delay
mortal’s plea:
where the lies now occupy
let the Truth recide.
//Mortal’s Plea, 4/14/2019
//Collette Kristevski
This is a Shadorma, a 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5.
Porcelain: A Poem by Collette Kristevski
I have been
stone, metal and brick.
I have lived
as concrete.
I must be as porcelain,
for others are glass.
//Porcelain, 4/14/2019
//Collette Kristevski
This is a Shadorma, a 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5.
You Heal Me: A Poem by Collette Kristevski
You ask me for poetry
as a gift.
I tell you,
I’m sorry,
but I cannot give you poetry.
You ask me why.
And I answer:
Because I don’t know how to write about
what does not hurt.
//You Heal Me
//Collette Kristevski, 4/5/2019
Shout out to my husband who doesn’t drive me to need to emotionally vomit all over paper in order to cope or process. If you are in a relationship that requires tons of angsty poetry for you to survive it, perhaps you should re-evaluate. Trust me, I’ve been there. I once was the self-proclaimed queen of angsty romantic poetry. It wasn’t a flattering look for me.
Right or Wise?: A Poem by Collette Kristevski
You can color within the lines
but cannot paint a portrait.
You can read music
but cannot improvise a tune.
You may be right,
but that does not make you wise.
//Right or Wise?, 4/2/2019
Collette Kristevski
@paradoxandpaschalia
Whatever knowledge I ever possessed (or thought I possessed) never prepared me for life or made me wise. I fear that all it did was make me, at least for a time, intolerable and also intolerant. Being right and being wise are not always the same thing.
Censorship: A Poem by Collette Kristevski
Sometimes we say the sane,
but we mean the absurd.
Only our shame
can keep us from the Truth.
//Censorship
//Collette Kristevski, 3/4/2019
*art and words are my own*
Theosis: A Micropoem by Collette Kristevski
Only slowly
do we cease to stir up our own hells
and grasp for our own heavens.
//Theosis
//Collette Kristevski, 10/2019
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