March Poetry Compilation
The Sunstroke Monthly Poetry Compilation is a collection of poetry submitted by Sunstroke readers and staff members. Take a seat, light a candle, grab a cup of tea, and dive into the intricate words of our community.
Collage by Tina Tully
03/15/21
by Zoe Black
why do the palms –
with violence
cloudy squawks
bounce on tarmac
electrical wires
balance through me
why do the palms –
so violently
No such thing
One must try to remember
that the moon is eternally half lit
it is just our planetary movement that changes her shape
day by day
week by week.
In the morning, hawks become
seagulls become ragged kites
and all the flying things above are true, true
like moon phases.
Foolishly I try to fix each thing into permanence, into a
meaning I can grasp,
and in grasping
understand the shape of my hands.
And all the phases are real and the moon
is always half lit and one side is
always, always dark,
And there are full moons with enough light to make all
the blue bathroom tiles shine silver-white at midnight,
and
when those full moons line up over the sea in the window
of the bathroom, it seems like there is no
such thing as darkness at all.
Done
By J
For now I’m done
With playing with sparks
Trying to lit a fire to my heart
When already oil and water
Fills my vessel
I never realised how foolish I was
As I boil my self chasing after something bright
Only to experience violent snaps
When each halves clash
Before again I’ll care
For another blaze or Wisp
I need to seek harmony,
To release the piece I carry
When I either feel the wings on my back
Or the warmth of my core
I’ll talk to you again
Shamefully as it was
Heaven’s gift were you to me
Indirectly you made me
Ecstatic to read
Loneliness I kept, You
Awkwardly swept
Untitled
i wear armor like jeanne d’arc,
pants to make it harder to get to what they want
i pour my coffee with the intention to not forget it
i make my oats with turmeric for a blast of sunshiney orange
because i can’t afford fresh fruit
and i need the warmth it offers like i need the warmth of love and/or care
my coffee is too strong
but i do not fault it, i am like that too
i will not throw it out because of that, i will try not to forget it
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