In this dayIn this day i want to speakIn this day
of rivulets and rhyme
flares in a morning half-come
and gone in cold grey time
drops that flicker with effort
and
reflect
In this day i want to write
with strange and subtle glances
in softly stifled remorse
and fanciful bleak romances
all things that inhale
and
exhale
In this day i want to dream
so larval ensconsed within
singing harps of silken string
and melodies with memory begin
f
MirageI. Plays upon the bank of flesh Summer sun shimmering reticent in the halo of the earth Leaving dried castsMirage
Days so hot that even crabgrass falters withering within fading morning dew Drying the leaves to the stem.
Sullen afternoons that slide along sweating gaze swimming through promises and potential
Pretend you have no heart no cold iced tea waiting in refrigeration for me simply to drink
II. Within this glass confront in inaudible argument pacing out trust and wonder wondering whether to trust
or l
NaturallyStyle lacking substance should be the mantra of this modern world slipping by on illusion stylized in the frescos of foolish youth bearing their burdens with bowed backs and eager tonguesNaturally
With the sensibility of peacocks spreading shining feathers of futility strutting in their discontent,
“Step away Swan, your ivory draws the eye too much from us...”
and
“Hawk, you soar so high above you shade the sun's gaze from the rich glint of our backs!”
(bent as they are)
When jealous winter falls
If I Were A LineIf I were a line I think I’d be curled, billowed and swirled, and slowly unfurled. I’d sweep over a page, if I were a line, with the wind in my hair, and my heart laid bare. That’s what I’d be, if I were a line.If I Were A Line
If I were a spot I’d be round and fat (now how about that?) like an old, well-fed cat. I’d have drizzled and dropped, if I were a spot, pittering and pattering with a slight hint of smattering. That’s what I’d be, if I were a spot.
If I were a colour I’
Capsules. And Fathers.maybe this time i'll just lean a little closer with my face splayed to wind- cheek to ever loving cheek, ohhh kiddo maybe this time i'll just lean in and disappear/ this one here with her silence won't be awarded or (re)warded for solving the math problem, or for using parenthesis just to simply make this a bit more poetic/ i mean, mostly/ so answer this before the end of the day and Miss Teacher may just put that smile up next to your name- call in a refill!..... ohh fuck it's these pills, i'm not kidding/ yes yes that's my prescription code right there on the left side of the bottle, highlighted in yellow, would you mind calling CVS?/ I CANCapsules. And Fathers.
Devious Journal Entry
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Pollito dice pio pio!
What do you think?
(please note that I am away this week - so it might be a little while before I get back to you)
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A storm is rising.
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*livingpoetsociety
~LPSworkshop
She writes good poetry as well, and is busily joining every group and male she can find. *grin* Give her and Laura a spin. Laura isn't online as much of late, but she is very industrious. You will like her industry, mayhap.
John ~ArmorFelix2001 sent me. I am Heather, a writer and people connector. Have fun, okay?
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She writes good poetry as well, and is busily joining every group and male she can find. *grin* Give her and Laura a spin. Laura isn't online as much of late, but she is very industrious. You will like her industry, mayhap.
John ~ArmorFelix2001 sent me. I am Heather, a writer and people connector. Have fun, okay?
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