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The -ness of things by Sanjeevani | Wednesday Double Feature | One Poem Only
Wednesdays on One Poem Only are a double feature: one poem here on the podcast, and one more by the same poet shared on Instagram.
The -ness of thingsSanjeevaniSadness incurable. Hopelessness, hold on—brink of collapse—unstable ecosystems, volatile geopolitics,anthropological coldness.Kindness—let the spider live.Closeness—us two, are we corrupt too?A likeness—before the doom, a thought of younearly smothers me in blue.Fondness—find me after the apocalypse,remember, black holes decay—oneness.Madness—this world and I,an intrinsic brokenness.Wilderness—A state of being.I lose, and I losein this cruel forest.Lightness, take me in.My -ness floats through. Premature nights and abandoned homes.My -ness sinks. Untouched ocean beds and fossils of creaturesveiled by archaeological secrecy. My -ness feels.More from Sanjeevani ↓
- @sanjpoems on Instagram
Watch the Second Poem
You can watch and listen to Deer killers and Careless Lovers by Sanjeevani as part of our Wednesday double feature on Instagram at @rembrandts.cure.
Support + Stay Connected to OPO
If you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook.
Two poems. One poet. Let the words keep moving.
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By Maggie DeversWednesdays on One Poem Only are a double feature: one poem here on the podcast, and one more by the same poet shared on Instagram.
The -ness of thingsSanjeevaniSadness incurable. Hopelessness, hold on—brink of collapse—unstable ecosystems, volatile geopolitics,anthropological coldness.Kindness—let the spider live.Closeness—us two, are we corrupt too?A likeness—before the doom, a thought of younearly smothers me in blue.Fondness—find me after the apocalypse,remember, black holes decay—oneness.Madness—this world and I,an intrinsic brokenness.Wilderness—A state of being.I lose, and I losein this cruel forest.Lightness, take me in.My -ness floats through. Premature nights and abandoned homes.My -ness sinks. Untouched ocean beds and fossils of creaturesveiled by archaeological secrecy. My -ness feels.More from Sanjeevani ↓
- @sanjpoems on Instagram
Watch the Second Poem
You can watch and listen to Deer killers and Careless Lovers by Sanjeevani as part of our Wednesday double feature on Instagram at @rembrandts.cure.
Support + Stay Connected to OPO
If you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook.
Two poems. One poet. Let the words keep moving.