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a handful of Lakewood sand
at the risk of red leaves unfurling
perennial wisdom just outside
my peripheral vision, their lace
reeling against the city potholes
sinking deeper into ich bin ein Clevelander
despair,
i confirm that it is spring
trumpeting its pageantry
as the pages turn,
just before the summer of past
regrets ferrets its pensive conclusion
but that's not really what i want to say,
it's poetic foreplay
i want to tell you how i adore your
eyes, soft and misty and steel grey
with blue-tipped clouds,
i want to tell you that i kiss the dimple
on your chin a thousand times while you
scrape and paint and go about your day,
i want to say thank you for being real;
dancing into this morning's cup of brew
we drink each other down
long ago you stared across a far away landscape
and i meet your gaze thundering across poems
we would write.
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Comments
CCfire
Thu, 2011-05-19 12:37
Wow, the poignancy here is
Wow, the poignancy here is lovely and that middle stanza is just so so strong in its affection. Beautiful.
Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche
Kailashana2
Thu, 2011-05-19 13:27
At the risk of sounding like
At the risk of sounding like a mutual admiration society ;-), I have to say after your reckoning of ing words, I started to rethink the poem, (as I mentioned, me too).
Most of my poems either begin with an image or a line, and most of the time the poem finishes itself.
This one is unusual as it's one of those I started (a few days ago) with the lines already in my head (usually pre-dawn) and left it unfinished, ready to scrub. This morning, with the feelings and thoughts of the 2nd stanza, I returned to the poem that I was ready to erase and found that it was the perfect beginning.
I love the fact that though I write every day, I never know when and how the muse will do her thing.
A gift I was given during a cosmic awakening a few years back.
And you?
~A
author commentRoscoe Lane
Thu, 2011-05-19 17:39
Lucky partner,
Lucky partner if this was written for them, beautiful poem. And so good to have you back. Love Roscoe..
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.
pleiades
Sat, 2011-06-04 20:54
i read this
i read this
i laid down in it, and rolled around in it...
luxuriated in its richness
i read it again
and fell in love with it all over again
as i did you
with a sigh for the
poignancy of this write
p