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[Poetry] Two Poems by Carly Popenko


One day maybe

I will drift

A wooden plank, out to sea.

Curved, contrived, countering,

Encompassed violet

(a place beyond you).

Seeking truth

Atop a mast

Staring into a haze

Of gray, uncharted matter.

Stop me if I’m wrong

But do you ever wonder

If the sky was born clear?


Walking, swimming, dancing,

Gliding among

Squared and jagged coordinates

Whispering steadily in the east.

Yet, unearthed

the sky is falling




If you reside within the storm

Is there any way to look up?


I’m standing here at the end of the line

A child’s game

of angles and numbers.

Counting down until it’s time

Four, five, six.

Three, nine, ten.

Again, again, again.

Pebbles roll across the yellow

A gradient of time

painted in degrees.

Asphalt fades into morning

Quarter to seven.

Fifteen o’clock.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

Recounting scenes in denim pockets

Circles of laughter

fragment a welcome (home).

Skipped beats per minute

Two ten o’clock.

Half past eight.

Too late, too late, too late.

I’m standing here at the start of the line

A child’s game

of hearts and numbers.

Counting curves until it’s time

Seven, five, eight.

Two, three, four.

Over, over, over.

Again. And again. And again.

Carly Popenko is an emerging writer whose work has been featured in the Hamilton Fringe Festival (Best of Venue award), the HamilTEN Theatre Festival, and an anthology series with Running Wild Press. Thank you for taking the time to read her work!


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