Even if you tried to,
Concealing your face in a crowd is impossible. I am plagued by it.
Longing for the day where I cannot recognize you or your voice.
It was always the lies you told. Lies were like a breath of fresh air for you.
Perhaps it was all a game, and I should've listened to the universe,
So I can never be trapped and burdened by the
Eclipse of your heart.
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Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp 3 days ago in Wander
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😅 All of these eclipse poems are so incredibly good. Idk how the judges are going to choose. This is another top contender in my opinion.