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the idea is small. make it be a poem.
i'll publish them.
lynzepoet@gmail.com
or post one yourself,
in the comments.
the idea is small. make it be a poem.
i'll publish them.
lynzepoet@gmail.com
or post one yourself,
in the comments.
11 comments:
3:15
white
buttons floored
hard curves
Σ
3:29
pink
dew soft
autumn cloud
'Brunch'
she
sliced
one
tomato
while
the boy on the radio
sang about love
In Fairy Tales
we walk through our snowy world..
don't blink
why?
there are colder places in your eyes &
I want to catch them for the map
post-it notes
i am lost -
have you loved me
lately
~~~~
too late -
i'm going back
to hating
your
~~~~
if only i
believed
you -
i would surely love
you
~~~~
don't mind me -
i'm just your backseat
lover
~~~~
without my pussy
cat
i'm just a dog without
a bone
~~~~
when i’m gone
you’ll wish
i’d never told the
truth
~~~~
i said never -
and i’ll never say that
again
~~~~
i watch always now
the place
you left me behind
~~~~
you asked
for the truth -
i should have known
better
~~~~
you said you’d be
back
but never said when -
i wait, still
the philosopher's stone
ramalinga turned into light
and tried to give it away
a recipe:
1) dissolution
2) a raven's head
3) albedo
4) a peacock's tail
5) distillation
6) a fixation
7) polish the stone with sun
sitting on the chaise
taking in light, she walks by
she's new
golden haired in the parking
lot an hour later
imagine pulling out
of the universe, then
diving back in.
Affairs of the Heart
It is poetry
when the wind murmurs
Slav melodies in your ear
It is poetry
when your finger forms her name
on top of the water
It is poetry
when the thorn turns
to the pink of a rose
Poetry is
giving a name
to a river that separates us
and doesn’t exist
It is poetry
when the barb of the arrow
brushes to the side
the air molecules
at the surface of your forehead
and for a split
visual moment you read
on the tip of the arrow
I love you
as it pierces
your third eye
and heart
~~~
Alex Nodopaka January©2011
AD Something
sometime during the night
rain begins to gather
in misty sheets
wrap trees in gossamer halos
drift in starlit mantles
to cover the grass
cast a grey veil over strangers
wandering home from unknown nightlives
Mercury slides down the barometer
like a stripper down her pole
you cuddle behind me
like a blanket of sunbeams
and we watch the sun
burn night from the sky
Rae Pater
Missing Piece
I saw in you a place cut
to the shape of me
and thought I spied
finally
a place where I might fit
summer ends
where fading light
delineates
a paper cut in the sky
that almost fit
the shape of I
a love match of opposites
Cancer woman & G mini man
I say
Hello
&
You say
Goodbye
User Friendly
by Tasha
please don't drink till I'm home
I'll call you from work
hit me when I come
you were upset
we sit in a coffin
I told you that your hair looks good,
5 times last nite!
gut wrench
: broken car
mum
holds, his
hand, until
: the end
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