Tag Archives: lament

CATE COVERT: Fractures

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I’d hoped you would never forget me.
I danced between dreams and wishes,
Illusions and fears,
Hoping to catch a reflection of you
In my soul’s mirror.
But you have passed on,
Into the in-between spaces
And left me here,
Beyond remorse, beyond repair.
I’ll never forget you.
Forgive me.

Since she could talk, Cate Covert has been regaling friends and family with her tall tales. She loves engaging with her reading audiences. Her poetry, flash fiction, and humorous stories reside at Cate Covert on Chadashah.org, and her Inspirational essays at Pastora Cate’s Corner on Substack.

CHANDRA SUNDEEP: The Pattern

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We’ve got a pattern.
You break. I fix.
You plead innocence. I forgive.
But this time, you’ve crossed all limits. You broke your promise and my heart. Tell me how to fix them. I’m struggling.
Can’t you plead for your innocence from the other side?
I want to forgive you.

Chandra Sundeep is a BIPOC writer living in Kuwait. She is an avid reader and loves reviewing books. Follow her at @wordsopedia.

KATHERINE DARLINGTON: Retreat

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The sun slides into the horizon
Waves crash the shore
I slip down
Through grainy sand

Let me drown in the sand
It is here that I feel nothingness
Do not throw me a rope or even a prayer
I want to fall into this abyss:
The silence is peace.

Katherine Darlington has articles in many publications including poetry anthologies, and literary journals. She also has several published novels. See more of her work at katherinedarlington.com.

LUDO VON CROX: Tristesse de la Lune

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As the shroud of black spills across the mocking face of the moon, I dream of a time that once existed but is now just a fading memory.

“Look at me and remember the promise of a life to come; but look again! and observe it has passed already.”

Sorrow.

Ludo is a believer in logic, science, and Frank Zappa.

The Crocodile’s Serenade

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When Camille cried her crocodile tears and sang her songs of woe, it wasn’t really because she was lonely or sad. It was actually because she was a very dramatic crocodile, and she knew that great actresses could convey real emotion, so she was practicing.

That’s what she told herself.

This story is based on a title suggested by @Jesstrel.