Poetry and prose

Random poetry I wrote on my phone

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They usually come to me in dark but hopeful days. I just open up an app on my phone and write them while lying in bed or hanging out somewhere in Leipzig. Don’t expect a masterpiece or anything. Here are two.

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From random wanderings in Plagwitz

For Leipzig

you didn’t judge her
when she came back to you
tail between her legs
quietly begging
your forgiveness
for planning to abandon you
then being abandoned
herself

you simply smiled
and opened your arms
wide
a warm autumn flowing
from your chest
soothing her
your children abundantly
her friends
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Unable

who knows
my dear
I know
maybe I never
knew you

I’m no longer lying
my dear
to myself
with absolutes

I’m no longer guessing
my dear
but safer to say
you forgot me
this time

it was good of you
my dear
to finally force me
not to try

(Ana Ribeiro)

A Global Studies doctoral degree holder and former newspaper reporter, avid eater, pseudo-philosopher and poet, occasion-propelled singer, semi-professional socializer, movie addict, Brazilian-American nomad. In this space, she will share some of her experiences and (mis)adventures regarding various topics, with special attention to social issues.

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