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Paige Hind Poem
Before the sun's pieces,
Shine on brim's, coffee mug;
And with my prepping airs—
It's all jeopardy to
Roll frost in bed somewhere.
Before the sun's pieces,
Rain in a golden chain.
I pine at streaked window.
How bitter is the fog
From where night morn dreams go.
Before the sun's pieces,
Ice below the outside,
In a bristling gesture—
God, now I see in you
Past my bleak reflections.
Before the sun's pieces,
While dawn is watched by moon,
Sun has the grace to gleam—
He'll come in the long fade,
For his Moon maiden, seen.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2024
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The moon parts ways with the clouds
For a taste of tender alley light—
Where lamps glisten like caged fire,
In the mouth of the maiden dark.
For a taste of tender alley light—
A glimpse below of yielding lovers' kiss,
In the mouth of the maiden dark—
A refrain calmed in the air.
A glimpse below of yielding lovers' kiss,
Where lamps glisten like caged fire,
A refrain calmed in the air—
The moon parts ways with the clouds.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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Paige Hind Poem
On my heart, a winter swathed
palm
Her spring flowers only right for
When chill itself dons out windblown—
Attached there by my faithful arm.
Green there and here tell on you soft,
Your story's places in the snow—
While meek flakes sleep on my
breastbone—
From your heart, I shake only warmth.
The spring's time to melt frozen gauze,
My whisper in the landing seen
On ice's shine to you,
magical
The winter sun— winter's end be,
When the looking snow further falls—
Our intercession, heart-to-heart.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2024
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Beseeches, eyes closed-
This imprint for a true mate,
A prowling howling.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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Heated only by stars—
Another night without you.
It bites out my very veins,
This shudder from some animal
That made its house-home in my soul
Now since you’re gone.
I won’t play too hard with my dark side,
Though they say now I must.
I’m remembering you instead—our dreams in stardust,
In the light or night of day.
Are you getting the briers I left in your skin?
Stuck to you, I know I hurt you;
But I hope they fit around you like the beginning of wings—
From me.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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There is song in birds—
Mildly, their throats: (peep peep peep)
Rouse me from deep sleep;
They perch on my window sill,
Wings tuning the glass at will.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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Water sinks in me,
Helps flush the pain, so yet deep—
Made a heart for storms,
Its mild poise or stagnant play—
Dries in growth— willful, it stays.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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Paige Hind Poem
Lovely, you’re lovely—
Your heart is full of lovely.
You are growing within my life;
All without of you just pines.
My lovely, my inward gash before others recoils so tight—
Only you can veil my heart in your lovely sight.
Your known Rosetta failed my dark—
Colored you instead on every scar.
Rending is the undone kiss—
Left, in the pain, alone this.
For the chains I’m bracing under this mask—
Please, save me forever, please stay, please last.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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gently burned away, my scars, in scars' fire—
from the hollow gloom that bound us with desire;
still I wear your flames on my sleeze—
your gift, my touch— remember me....
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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Winter with thoughtful wings slips upon
When her voice is too frail to hold life—
Everywhere green, this light she's from;
In gentleness back the forest bites,
As feathery flakes shed through all with white.
Though sun beams on frost's admirable silk
At this true angle on my window sill,
While the glass in me seems to be dying—
When dead leaves lose their beauty's will,
Toned blossoms, out of Winter's ghost, spring.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2024
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