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Dandelions in the Spring
...written sometime in October...
We lie on our tummies
The grass poking tender skin
And all that stands between us,
A dandelion, quivering in the wind.
It knows everything of uncertainty
Cares nothing for the future;
Past its bloom, a big round fruit
Gossammer fragile like your smile.
You bite your lip, wrinkle your nose.
Take a deep breath and blow
Softly ( Read more... ) -
The poetry I stole from you
Instead of looking for the prefect place to fall softly, I choose to tackle confusion by ignoring matters. I know what people say about bottling things up inside blah blah blah but more often than not,it works out perfectly. Gently nudging things to the periphery of my thoughts until they fall off the edge and finally into nothing has always saved ( Read more... ) -
I would like for you to be still...
...as though you were absent.
Again, poetry engulfs all my thoughts. Without it, I sometimes get that sensation of fading away as though a vital piece of my heart has ceased to function properly and nothing makes sense. And I see a cardboard cut-out version of myself, going through the machinations of living because it is expected.
The swim was today ( Read more... ) -
I carry a poem in my wallet
It is too calm and this means there will be rain later. It is something I think of as the BIG LULL. This pregnant, expectant, punishing vacuum of noise that stuns everything into silence. Like the universe pressed the mute button. I feel an oppressive loneliness and in these moments I am an astounded soul. My heart starts beating in anticipation, ( Read more... ) -
The dam(n) swim, the godsdam(ned) swim!
Remember two years ago when I said I was going to do the Lake Eland swim ( Read more... ) -
Stargazing Lillies or Ode to an Accidental Friendship
I took my ladder out tonight ( Read more... ) -
Mermaid Lemmings
You said,it’s friendliest ( Read more... ) -
Throwing in the towel
If there’s something I am grateful for, it is that I haven’t lost my senses completely. I know when something beautiful should be nurtured and I also know that when something begins to make me lose control it is time to let it go ( Read more... ) -
A benediction
The roar of the ocean is loud
In the hood of your jacket.
And as I snuggle deeper into it
I inhale the sun, the chlorine,
The scent of your sunbaked skin.
The wind comes up, a benediction,
Salty on my mouth,
Abducting everything in its path. -
Bubble
Your hands scoop them carefully ( Read more... )