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Archive for May, 2009
May 28, 2009 at 5:31 pm · Filed under Poems and tagged: gosh, it pains me
You woke me with your rough beard
I moved, you smiled, our lips collide
You touched me with your lifeline
My life, yours and mine, side by side
We slept safely in our home, our bed
In twin cs of comfort and of love
Your body a hand bent concavely
My body a tight little glove.
May 26, 2009 at 11:13 am · Filed under Poems and tagged: close your eyes, late night thoughts
Left alone at night I wondered where
The glow of the moon would hit
The slide of the roof, I wondered if
The truth was a thing worth knowing
Or if we can not sleep because
We are so tired of showing our vulnerabilities
I wondered, couldn’t sleep, all these thoughts
Keeping me so tense between the sheets
While outside city lights in the dark
But illuminated night reminded me
Of the open eyes to different skies
Their minds like mine in full reprise
Their hearts alert their thoughts in full
Dressing down, the frowns that make
You jerk and start the temperaments that rise up
From below and become a part of
Dreams the things that seems so real
But are just recollections of an ordinary day
The very many ways we keep ourselves
Alert, full of hurt, nurtured by the midnight
Too afraid to sleep and wondering
About something we can’t contain
We can’t explain, the unknown and the knowing
The places been the places going,
The faces seen, the bellies showing, the
Wild wind swept ocean, the thousand songs
Of devotion, I wondered where the moon
Touched them too, on the slope of roofs
On the outstretched palms on the hair
Left loose on the cheeks turned, and
Clammy foreheads of the never sleeping,
Quiet people, always wakeful, hundreds.
May 25, 2009 at 1:12 pm · Filed under Poems and tagged: stories for stories
She is on one tower, I another,
While he is buried in the ground.
By a backward glance, my mirrored reflection,
Is afraid to look down.
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What a precipitous drop,
Without hands to catch me
I’ll sink into the soil
Where he’s irretrievably bound.
*
He was destined there, perhaps so was she
To be distant and imperious on her throne.
While my tower crumbles, he slumbers
And she looks on, letting me alone.
*
I have tried, many times now,
To breach the distances between us
Between heaven and earth I reached.
Between open windows, I leant out with arms,
But my calls were carried away like dust.
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I hope climbing my ramparts is a delicate flower
That will strengthen the foundations of my tower.
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Perhaps her walls will crumble
And Heaven will sink to meet me
While the stones tumble
And the earth will eat the buried body.
May 22, 2009 at 12:45 pm · Filed under Poems and tagged: never worth worrying
Here I am, ashamed, not knowing
Why the road is turning back and going
Back toward its starting place
This look of shock upon my face.
*
You see, this look, this look, it belies
The regret and hope, the heartfelt sighs
The yearning for his nearness now
The past I’ve had, the seeds to sow.
*
Unable now, I make no sense
My mistakes ingrain like penitence
A living penitence for saying yes
And receiving what I would have guessed.
*
I had hoped, not hoped, I’d hoped
It would improve on what we wrote
It would be written better, sweeter
It would be fixed, and tided, neater.
*
Perhaps though I fool myself as well
For cause to leave I entered Hell
Knowing that I want to run
Knowing I cannot love someone.
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Perhaps I knew, and here I stand
With a heart in two, a heart disbanded
Wondering why I’m made a fool
But governing this, directing all.
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