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Right Twice A Day

abundant with evidence of life

By Sam Eliza GreenPublished 3 months ago 1 min read
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like the earth

under thirty-two inches

of snowfall and all

I have to do

is prove I'm alive

so someone can find me.

It's not impossibly

deep, but without humanly

stirrings, I'm merely

a preserving

of what has been

rather than a dedication

to the future.

I promised her

we would chase dreams

who were the only

companions during lonely

hours in the library

when no one came

to read and we

were lost among the

stories of others.


like time

on a clock whose

battery has died

and is only right

twice a day.


has never felt

as unbearable as when

it betrays passion.

Rooted for so long,

clothed in moss, movement

feels wrong because

I don't understand

if it's safe to stray

from apathy.


like a lake, stagnant

yet abundant

with evidence

of life.

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About the Creator

Sam Eliza Green

Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.

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  • Rachel Deeming2 months ago

    I don't know how you do it. There is in all of your work this idea of something powerful just sitting and waiting, not sure of itself but knowing that it has something to offer, but just not sure how to do it successfully. It's that paradox, that knowing what you are and liking what you are but knowing that that may not be the right fit or what is wanted or needed... I don't know. But that's what I get when I read your stuff.

  • Victor Mendez3 months ago

    You write how I feel when I'm pulling the string of a sweater to make a pile of beautiful something different. Not sure how to explain that..just I like it.

  • Andrea Corwin 3 months ago


  • The Dani Writer3 months ago

    This format lends so much credence to the feelings. Well structured.

  • Hannah Moore3 months ago

    There's a real kind of inertia here.

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