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Literature Text
when I met you,
I raised my barriers,
shored up my defenses,
tended the fences
that protect
me
but you passed
through all of my walls
as easily as wind
through open
windows
and kissed me
now
I’m yours
forever
I raised my barriers,
shored up my defenses,
tended the fences
that protect
me
but you passed
through all of my walls
as easily as wind
through open
windows
and kissed me
now
I’m yours
forever
Literature
unmapped
i know not where
to begin. the stares
are careless, the stars
couldn't care less,
and the world won't wait
(to spin),
while i catch my breath.
there is no space
in air to take the sky
for a ride in the water,
but i am still
enthralled by
opportunities afforded -
rapt
at each strange path
to be progressed.
we write backward ways
to overlay our inky feet,
these prints too deep to keep
receipt of old transgression.
of misplaced blessings.
of miracles abandoned,
now blooming
on the vine.
you are wrapped around
a finger of flowers
and colour speaks louder,
but by nature
every gesture
of your ghost-shape
is divine.
Literature
a Dallas bulletride
spent a few days in Chicago
not quite pretending
connecting & reconnecting
swallowing
the cold
that followed us
south
sunk fast in
upturned swamps
where semi-natives
squandered affection
and I
collected sunshine
second-hand
each piece (fit)
a touch
too familiar
I fled from Florida
onward calming coastlines
on
toward arid planes
on
to an awaiting
oblivion
Literature
This Poem
This poem
will be found
where you live,
somewhat short of breath,
missing an arm,
and looking
for the way
things used to be.
It will tell
the story of a dream
watching a dream.
Behind small jars
of cardamom
and bay leaf
you will catch
its scent, and,
as you move aside
a thing or two,
it will look up
with lips that purse
like an eye
to recite
all the words for blue
(which might also
be all the names
for wind, weariness,
and God).
It will tell you
what kind you have been,
recalling
the shoes you wore
when you were.
This poem
will be found
where poems always are.
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Inspired by a conversation with my friend =arkansawyer about Anam Cara - soul friends. I suggested he write about it, but he asked me to, so between his ideas and my poem, it's a collaboration.
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I love the poem and the concept. It makes me want to write something about it too. Maybe I will try : )