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Sparrows: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

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As a child, completely open and vulnerable to the Divine, laid in a bed of grass, I theorized – death, evil, goodness and Truth – and poked my fingers through the march of time.

Like sparrows, within me, they always took flight. Always thinking things I was taught never to vocalize. Things it seemed others didn’t prioritise. These Truths, they still well and rise, even now that they’ve been brought to light.

Yet now dulled by age and tired eyes, laid in a bed of blankets, I trivialize – death, evil, goodness and Truth – and sleep away the march of time. But these sparrows – they still take flight.

//Sparrows

//Collette Kristevski, 3/25/2019

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An Untitled Poem by Collette Kristevski

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That Immovable One moves within me.
That Invisible One appears to me.
That One who Created comes to me,
holds me, a feeble creature,
when I wail and want to cease being created.

Behold, the Immortal One, who cares for me!
I, the fragile mortal maker of trivial complaints,
the discontented dreamer of frivolous daydreams,
the blasphemous breaker of blessed covenants.
Yet I, an easily destroyed fleshly one, shall not be destroyed.

For that One who died is also Life,
and Life rests in these mortal tendens,
on this lying tongue,
in this musing mind,
in these clenched, stubborn white-knuckled fists.

Someday I will finish drying myself up.
Then will that fountain of Life spring forth from me.
And I will say “I remember You.”
Maybe then I will not ceaselessly
re-enter this dry spiritual desert.

But, even still,
and despite myself,
both then and now,
He still comes to me
and reveals Himself to me with equal splendor.

//Untitled
//Collette Kristevski, 3/21/2019

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Ache: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

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I was like the caterpillar,
prolonged within cocoon.
So long,
I became unrecognizable,
like a distorted figure
shifting in the shadows of longing.
That well-worn shell shed off,
but slowly, achingly,
and then all at once.

And yet,
unwaveringly, I wonder
when will I become something new?
It’s like there are all of these lives
I am not yet living,
and my wings are being crushed
under the weight of this one.
I am carried along ceaselessly,
but only by the ache.

//Ache
//Collette Kristevski, 3/17/2019

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Healing, Cleansing Motherhood: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

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It was a healing pain,
a cleansing pain.
One last gasp,
and a life came from a death.
Death of the selfish,
of the self.
I am mother,
not because I gave birth to life,
but because of what was birthed in me:
a healing pain,
a cleansing pain.
And here,
before his wise innocence,
I die everyday,
and am birthed again,
again,
through a healing pain,
a cleansing pain.
The paradox of motherhood:
sometimes he is the child,
and sometimes I.

//Healing, Cleansing Motherhood
//Collette Kristevski, 3/16/2019

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Curated: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

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Window shoppers scrutinize
the divisive diatribe,
the preachy, pithy egoic lines,
memes of a world disorganized.
Shiny projections,
filtered (im)perfections,
enslaving mankind to contagious counterfeiting –
an invisible insurrection.
Get a glimpse
of their carefully curated museum minds
through windows the size of a palm.
Everyone is the other,
and no one is himself-
masquerading authenticity.
Even these words,
at first ignited somewhere else –
a subtle mimicry.

//Curated
//Collette Kristevski, 3/12/2019

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Problem: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

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We pontificate on the Divine,
philosophize the Cosmos
and moralize the Other.

But we ourselves
are the entities to be analyzed.
We are our only philosophical problem.

We are problem enough.

//Problem
//Collette Kristevski, 3/5/2019

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Enlightenment: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

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There used to be an innocent child
resting at the peripheries of my heart.
Upon seeing it’s malevolence,
he believed he had been enlightened
and never returned again to rest.

Enlightenment
Collette Kristevski, 3/7/2019

*art and words are my own*

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Sinking Ship: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

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I chose to swim on our sinking ship
when Love said let it sink.
I burned our bridge and built it again
from the ashes heap.
I emptied my lungs with apologies,
and filled them again with your blame.
And if you ever said that I was crazy,
just remember, you made me that way.
All of those shoulds and should nots,
you laid them at my feet.
I chose the should nots to taste of your rust
which cut my tongue deep.
You said it was you, then said it was me,
and never took any blame.
I left without words, just ran away.
You managed to twist them anyway.
I tried to love you, tried to hold on,
whispered my hope through sighs.
I tried to heal you, tried to heal me.
The only way was to leave no goodbyes.
You live in your lies, you lose all your loves.
You can’t keep one thing straight.
You tell yourself you know of love,
so why do you manifest hate?

//Sinking Ship

//Collette Kristevski, 2018