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Since Spring has started to bring warm weather, thought I'd post a winter poem. Just because.
DANCING AT THE WINTER FAIR
the crisp air and your hand on my shoulder
my wet pants cuff taps at my shoe
a chorus of snowflakes sweep across our ears
like whispers
spinning into each...
WRITER
I think of you in the market, your curved fingers
Beholding the cool round redness of an apple.
Then placing it carefully in the wire basket,
It becomes a line on the page.
I picture you in the garden, perched bird-like
On the low, white stone wall, as the chirpy squeals
Of...
ADAM AND EVE
As I make breakfast -- cereal and toast,
My vitamins having already been taken
Like a sacrament to good health,
I think of Adam and Eve
Alone together in that wonderful greenness
And did they love each other?
Romping in perfect paradise, free from all sin
Adam couldn’t...
SEVEN KISSES
1.
The passing of magic between.
Allotting the manna
From our separate heavens
To our one world insulated from all else.
2.
A brush, a touch,
A sexual caress in the sounds from our throats.
3.
Pausing to gaze
The magic moving back and forth,
Back and forth,
Back...
This is a poem I posted on a thread in the General Chat area about our "Impressions of Ideal Intimacy." It was suggested that I post it in this thread. Anyway, it's about someone I was sure I'd found that intimacy with. Wrong...
she dumped me. Pieces of my heart scattered everywhere. A real...
COMMON EPITAPH
No footprints. On
Windblown sand they
Danced,
These ghosts. Led
By loneliness and
Rain
A mystery made
Them turn the
Knife.
Perhaps lacking, or
Misunderstanding they
Just
Went along; said
The rain was
Cool
When to them,
It was brutally
Cold.
—...
If you play matchmaker and bring any two fictional characters (from different novels or stories, please) together on a blind date, who would you match up, and why?
DISTANCE
Funny how
words on a page
can play games
with distance.
You can be
worlds away,
then, suddenly
before me.
Shining
on every
missing piece
inside me.
Here, now,
it's rainy
morning, and
stoney grey,
While there
you gather up
the pale sun of
afternoon...
Okay, what was the last music you bought or downloaded?
I'll start. Yesterday I bought Olivia Tremor Control's Dusk at Cubist Castle. It's not new, but I just now got around to buying it. Lots of bright, jangly psychedelic rock. I think it'll be great for driving in the car this summer with...
A FATHER TELLS HIS SON
Look for the one who
Glances openly at you across
The crowded coffee bar.
Look for the one who
Dances barefoot on the cool wood floor.
Like the free raven
Dark in her dark motion,
Look for the one who
Soars nightly across the memory of your day.
She is the...
THE VIEW OF THE ANGEL
Hunched among the stars
He’d hear the music
Of the two souls
Who romped and played
Similar as twins
Around the boundless cosmos.
Often he squatted even higher
Because the love of the two souls
Lifted each other.
And if they touched,
Tiny explosions would...
After I Come
Sometimes after I arch and silently scream
Your name, I feel as if I have died and blown away.
Sometimes I feel as beautiful and empty
As the shed skin of a snake. A euphoric echo.
Sometimes I will rise and set like a weak sun
In the chilled web of winter, a pale...
CIRCLE
Down the alley
Around the Apco station
The brown paper sack
Gets passed from mouth to mouth;
The sacred rite,
The cool burning cure for the chill.
Brittle-boned and broken,
Who are these bent men
With brusque faces
Dark with the weary world?
As I walk past, to my...
DANCE
I only know this vision of you comes to me:
Under stars
Of a bright, black sky you dance
Barefoot on the shiny meadow.
Your eyes are closed.
Your arms are outstretched.
Your hands are gracefully limp.
You are no longer in need of breath.
You are hearing the perfect song...
with a huge cup of coffee, a smile on my face and memories of last night's dream of Montana Wildhack. Or was it Nurse Ratched? Oops. Anyway, a big, goofy hello to all. Nice to be here.