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#262

between night and morning

nimble limbs
moving loosely
through moonlight
harmony and melody
willing the morning
to be silent

her wistful eyes
leaving wishes
wandering
in the meadows
of my smile

she whispers
our names
the wind lifts us
smooth
softly
softly
releases us

her mouth
is my heaven

silk caresses
left in misty breath
upon my lips

I am melody

 
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Posted by on January 24, 2014 in new poetry

 

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#261

Role Play

Little Boy Blue
yells at pink darkness—
the paint of mother’s touch.

           Little Boy Blue
           wants Dad’s blue fist
           punching the air.

           Little Boy Blue
           listens at night for deep voices
           calling him to join them.

But pink darkness
whispers old lullabies
and soothes Little Boy Blue
to sleep.

 
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Posted by on January 23, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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#260

sporange                                        (new)

(a botanical term concerning
a part of a fern or similar plant)

This love, I thought,
Was an absolute truth–
Something that could be taught in schools,
Ascribed to the power of God
Or Fate or Destiny.

Our definition of love, I thought,
Would be accepted everywhere as indisputable
Like family is important
Or Shakespeare is the greatest playwright
And nothing in English rhymes with orange.

Now I look at the half-empty bed
The coldness trapped between the sheets
And I know
The absolute truth of silence
And I know
Ferns will forever make me sad.

 
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Posted by on January 22, 2014 in new poetry

 

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#259

Life Story

It’s the hesitation
    The go/don’t go
    The stay for just a touch longer
    The wait for the perfect time
          wait for the right time
          wait because that is what I do

I come from a family of watchers
    Watch the trends
          And see if they change
    Want to know what the weather is like?
          Watch the TV news
          Don’t go stand in the yard
          With your jacket off and look at the sky
    Watch, like a cat trapped on a windowsill
          As the neighbors throw a party
    (I would go over but I don’t know their names)
No one in my family has ever invented anything

I’ve ended up watching myself

I’m always the third person in the room
    Gauging the reactions of others
          Is it safe?
          Do I dare?
          Maybe we better just stay quiet

Even the watcher in me hesitates

So when she asked me how I feel
This glorious, action of a woman asked me how I feel

I hesitated

Was this the perfect time?
Was this the right time?
          go/don’t go
          go/don’t go
I hesitated because it’s what I do
I watched trying to gauge what her response might be
The third person in the room
    Told me to just stay quiet

She took my hesitation as denial

                         And I watched it happen

 
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Posted by on January 21, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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#258

Love Fragment (5)               (new)

Clouds form above the river
You say it has something to do
With condensation
        evaporation
        and wind patterns
I just like
How our words
Hang heavy with dew

 
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Posted by on January 20, 2014 in new poetry

 

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#257

I’m writing/poetra poetra poet
                                           ry
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I’m singing/poetra poetra poet
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I’m breathing/poetra poetra poet
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And that is
   who
     I
    am

I listen for clicks
on sidewalks
voices going sideways
and explosions inside me
trying to guide me
away from hiding all
those gray sides of me
I don’t want you to see

I live under the raindrops
feel the pindrops
feel the puddles slop
around my heels
feel the sound of
rain plopping on my brain
because
  this is
   who
     I
    am

I live with/poetra poetra poet
                                           ry
                 poetra poetra poet
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I dance with/poetra poetra poet
                                           ry
                 poetra poetra poet
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I give you/poetra poetra poet
                                           ry
                 poetra poetra poet
                                           ry

because that is
  who you are
      too

 
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Posted by on January 19, 2014 in old discoveries, springboards

 

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#256

Glorious Gut Music

what is this rhythm
livin
in my gut
this beat beat beat beat beat
that ain’t the
thumpa thumpa thumpa
of my heart
this belly button
bass poundin
a oogala a oogala a oogala
that makes my legs ache
from dancin in my dreamin

when did these jazzy jumpups
join me
and why when i walk
do my toes
tappy tappy tappy
in my shoes

the thumpa thumpa thumpa
tries to keep me straight
but my knees keep clicking
ticking off the time
of the rhyme
that makes my body
tell my mouth
“listen buddy
you just sing out
this glorious gut music
of beat beat beat
a oogala a oogala a oogala
beat beat a oogala
and we will all
be dancin happy fools”

finally listenin
even the thumpa thumpa thumpa
of my heart agrees

tappy tappy
click click
beat beat
a oogala

 
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Posted by on January 18, 2014 in old discoveries, springboards

 

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