New poem: Birdgazing

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 		<email>vanevander@mayvaneday.org</email>
 	</author>
 
+	<entry>
+		<title>Birdgazing</title>
+		<link href="https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/b/birdgazing.txt" />
+		<id>https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/b/birdgazing.txt</id>
+		<published>2022-04-09</published>
+		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[<article>
+<pre>
+I locked eyes with a robin this morning,
+sitting outside my bedroom window
+perched on one of the branches of the bush
+that was once a tree, cut down in fear, still adamant to grow.
+I thought of you, helpless in bed, maybe snoring,
+maybe silent as a hush,
+and how I wished I could be there
+to your exhausted body take care.
+
+For I gave you everything I had to give
+for you to claim your future back
+under one condition: that, at the end, you live.
+You burnt every candle down,
+dissolved every bathtime bomb,
+spent every rainy day stash
+I had,
+even accepted my blood.
+I wish
+it hadn't taken this
+for you to finally accept
+you were the Equinox,
+the harbinger of balance,
+all along.
+
+When I'm with you,
+I feel like I've been born anew.
+My mistakes no longer imposing weight,
+the past's pain
+all washed away.
+Or about to be reborn,
+invalid, palliate,
+you gently taking care of me
+until arrives my death date.
+Your touch is so tender, my love,
+healing, magic, sunlight.
+You know I'd do anything for you.
+So let me nurse you back to life.
+</pre>
+				</article>]]>
+		</summary>
+	</entry>
+
 	<entry>
 		<title>Clocktower Blitz</title>
 		<link href="https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/c/clocktower.txt" />
@@ -260,65 +309,4 @@ I hope I'm fully with you the next one.
 		</summary>
 	</entry>
 
-	<entry>
-		<title>The Female Urge To...</title>
-		<link href="https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/f/female-urge.txt" />
-		<id>https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/f/female-urge.txt</id>
-		<published>2022-03-11</published>
-		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[<article>
-<pre>
-If I was the one most despised,
-then why
-was I
-the one that survived?
-
-Why did my siblings deign,
-seeing death was imminent
-and Chronos would get his way
-to remake the world in his image,
-decide
-that the one who also destroys
-and has never for a single moment known love
-be the one who the divine
-genocide
-survived?
-
-Which one of my siblings looked at me and thought
-that what the infant world needed was destruction's favorite god?
-Who spun their ceasing gaze
-towards my way
-and blessed me human so I Chronos forgot?
-
-It's a gaze I've come
-to become
-familiar with,
-this insistence
-that I'm not a burden,
-that I'm not by presence hurting,
-that to keep breathing I don't have to earn.
-
-But no matter how many times I fish for my mother's pity,
-I can't bring myself to, when her mouth makes the sound
-that I'm a blessing to all those around,
-her strained declaration believe.
-
-"But if you knew
-all that I've put people through,
-would you
-still feel the same?"
-
-Sharpened by heartache,
-tempered by pain,
-forged in despair,
-I, bond-breaking blade?
-
-*Whatever you did is dead and gone
-and in so many worlds away.
-There are enough armchair Christs.
-Stop self-inflicting pain.*
-</pre>
-				</article>]]>
-		</summary>
-	</entry>
-
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poetry/b/birdgazing.txt

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+Birdgazing
+2022-04-09
+
+***
+
+I locked eyes with a robin this morning,
+sitting outside my bedroom window
+perched on one of the branches of the bush
+that was once a tree, cut down in fear, still adamant to grow.
+I thought of you, helpless in bed, maybe snoring,
+maybe silent as a hush,
+and how I wished I could be there
+to your exhausted body take care.
+
+For I gave you everything I had to give
+for you to claim your future back
+under one condition: that, at the end, you live.
+You burnt every candle down,
+dissolved every bathtime bomb,
+spent every rainy day stash
+I had,
+even accepted my blood.
+I wish
+it hadn't taken this
+for you to finally accept
+you were the Equinox,
+the harbinger of balance,
+all along.
+
+When I'm with you,
+I feel like I've been born anew.
+My mistakes no longer imposing weight,
+the past's pain
+all washed away.
+Or about to be reborn,
+invalid, palliate,
+you gently taking care of me
+until arrives my death date.
+Your touch is so tender, my love,
+healing, magic, sunlight.
+You know I'd do anything for you.
+So let me nurse you back to life.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

poetry/index.html

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 	│   └── <a href="./a/dang-trees.txt">dang-trees.txt</a><br>
 	├── <a href="./b/">b</a><br>
 	│   ├── <a href="./b/better-version.txt">better-version.txt</a><br>
+	│   ├── <a href="./b/birdgazing.txt">birdgazing.txt</a><br>
 	│   └── <a href="./b/blizzard-girl.txt">blizzard-girl.txt</a><br>
 	├── <a href="./c/">c</a><br>
 	│   ├── <a href="./c/carmine.txt">carmine.txt</a><br>
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 	&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; └── <a href="./w/wme.txt">wme.txt</a><br>
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