February 23rd, 2022 at 12:13PM

firstfullmoon:

Sometimes I think I’m never going to write a poem again
and then there’s a full moon.

I miss being in love but I miss
myself most when I’m gone.

In the salty wet air of my ancestry
my auntie peels a mango with her teeth

and I’m no longer
writing political poems; because there are

mangoes and my favorite memory is still alive.
I’m digging for meaning but haunted by purpose

and it’s an insufficient approach.
What’s the margin of loss on words not spent today?

I’m getting older. I’m buying smaller images to travel light.
I wake up, I light up, I tidy, and it’s all over now.

— Camonghne Felix, “Born. Living. Will. Die.”

(via filmnoirsbian)

  1. sweetsyrup20 reblogged this from coffee-n-cardio
  2. coffee-n-cardio reblogged this from filmforwomen
  3. brightandshiney reblogged this from brightandshiney
  4. poetryoflove reblogged this from writings-for-mae
  5. summerblinds reblogged this from dalermessi
  6. radiosilence23 reblogged this from swordheld
  7. rhymingteelookatme reblogged this from ashtrayfloors
  8. ashtrayfloors reblogged this from ashtrayfloors
  9. apostlewithapomegranate reblogged this from firstfullmoon
  10. queen-of-spoilers-zvonchy reblogged this from the-devils-feather
  11. the-devils-feather reblogged this from tinyghosts
  12. folklorefairy reblogged this from showupmp3
  13. dalermessi reblogged this from mawklee
  14. sadmoonbitch reblogged this from filmnoirsbian
  15. ghost-with-anxiety reblogged this from avainblue
  16. wildlights1 reblogged this from swordheld
  17. firstfullmoon posted this
1,016 notes
Short URL for this post: https://tmblr.co/ZFlf2tbbBjQ0aa00