Ten Harvested Monostichs

 

1.

Stars outnumber even mosquitoes—

 

2.

I age into form, not content—

 

3.

Give me moonlight, or something as ineffable my hands cannot grasp, because the point is only desire—

 

4.

Roses may be given out of pity, but still I rest in their perfume—

 

5.

To a beggar, everything is reality—

 

6.

Your singing makes every listener fall in love with your voice, thus you, so that you collapse from hunger because to eat is to cease singing—

 

7.

Time is not a palliative for the powerless—

 

8.

Social Media Revolutions are like waves rushing forward, only to shatter into non-existence—

 

9.

Once upon a time, I could remember what I’d forgotten—

 

10.

Words guide me to my Self—

 

 

 

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Eileen R. Tabios

 

 

 

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