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May 03, 2006 21:00

weltered places in
whetting stones or appetites.
there is indrawn breath
and when
we match each other word for word,

we shake away some human fetter
to swanfeather the moon on ochre water.

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moderndeadtime May 4 2006, 09:00:42 UTC
stunning.

'ochre water' is love

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stillmotion May 4 2006, 22:24:33 UTC
thank you. yes, ochre, i spent more time searching for that right deepdark adjective than in writing the whole poem.

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suononiente May 4 2006, 20:15:09 UTC
...i search and search... and find it extremely difficult to find poetry that really thrusts it's hands into my heartmind and wiggles it's fingers around inside of me. that's the only kind of poetry i care for. the only kind i can stand to read. ...i can always come to your journal and find that much easier than on the shelves of most bookstores...

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stillmotion May 4 2006, 22:25:48 UTC
heartmind i love that word/concept. thank you so much.

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