Ilysian Revner

Poems just happen, like feelings or dusk. The soul is a blind accomplice.

Much to be said about holding hands. About playing with someone’s fingers and drawing shapes on their palm, tracing secret words. Feeling the pulse at the base of their wrist quickening as you do; a lover’s morse code.

“for you, I would” is the universal language because words are hard to say and easy to misinterpret but actions require no vocabulary but the willingness to try. And what’s love if not trying, trying, trying?

I'm not very good with words.
I just know the ones that remind me
of you.

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I see you
In every sunrise and sunset
I just hope you see a piece of me
In a ray through the kitchen window

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Forget-me-nots and
“He loves me, he loves me not”s...
Circling thoughts, time lost...

#haikufeels #poetry #forget

Does the twig forget
The taste of sun on green leaves
As they gently fall

#haikufeels forget
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“Learn how to read
the love letters sent by
the wind and rain,
the sun and the moon.”

—Ikkyu

You are my sun.
Am I yours?
Or a star that merely shines near it?

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Like an autumn leaf
Or the midnight moon,
would you look out the window?
Just to get a glimpse of me?

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I won’t say I’m in love, but there will be clues. Someone will ask me what my favourite colour is and I will think of the exact shade of your eyes.

The words meant for you
are ash on my tongue
spoken to others

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Petal soft
and easily torn
In the maws of men
with gnashing teeth

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Kneel at my altar
As I have kneeled at yours
Ill take your sins upon myself
And let you be perfect once more

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Our souls are closer to touching than our hands ever will
But I still reach out to you
My sun

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If you ask me if I love you,
I would say…

I love the ocean, but I cannot swim.

In other words..
I love you, but I cannot survive you.

My love is my religion.
Don't you see your words carved into my skin?
The crumbling altar where I kneel?

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You are...light.
Through the kitchen window

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Bury me under your ribs.
Let me curl up there
And stay a while.
Where it's dark, and warm.
A home all of my own.

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I'm a pest.
I want to burrow under your skin.
I want to bury myself in between your ribs.
I want to be a constant itch that you'll never get rid of, no matter how your nails scrape.
I'm a pest.

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The words don't come. And I'm left pondering the flowers

i'm no more than a wisp in this world, and it's this— less than form of lightness that i'm quite happy to be... even my name is a veiled memory, the sound of wind whispering through trees

Veil of gossamer
Separates me from the Fey
I strain to glimpse her

#vss365 #gossamer #haiku #poetry #poet #author

Iver cleared his throat. Loudly. Another warning.
“Oh…touchy,” Meriam laughed. “You really do have it bad don’t you? You don’t even like the thought of her being with someone else do you?”
Iver didn’t say anything.
Was it true? Did he feel that way?

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a flower is fierce
with kindness—
a soft bed for a bee
a sip of nectar
a seed dreaming
of light, deep in
the dark earth

Perhaps I'm more like the moon
Isolated
Always just out of reach of the sun's rays
Just out of reach of your
Outstretched palm

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Let me bathe you in morning light
Let me wash away the moonlight from your skin

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love it when souls get leaky and poems happen

Night’s #involution
crumbles softly within me.
Echoes stir the void. ~k

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"Caldwell was seen as a faulty inventor after that. Crazy to some...With their reputation in the gutter, and their finances at risk, the Caldwell’s decided to leave Ashewin. They got rid of all of their staff and built an estate in the countryside."

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