The Landlady - Poem
Zoe Davis
the landlady
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she lets me walk upon her skin at dusk
and when her eyes close completely
she lets me gaze upwards
into the esoteric flourishes of her unconscious mind .
she does not have ears for my praise
she does not sit silently
in wait for signs of my bewilderment
for some recognition of significance.
instead she roars
she whispers
she gives and she receives
she stirs and she is ever so still
she does all at once
she does nothing at all
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Posted Sep 20, 2023
Through creative use of language, this poem depicts my own intimate and personal perceptions of nature and reality.
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