We haven't met but I have places I long for you to fill or, better, empty Lines to be drawn and others to erase room to exhale in some simple space
Tag: free-verse
Woods
If you don’t go out into the woods, nothing will every happen and your life will never begin.
Clarissa Pinkola-Estes
If you smile once more you know I'll have to speak don't tempt me to go to your door or out into this gentle evening or even into the wide world to follow the warmth of your voice Woods, alight with tender green nothing will keep me from you there will I curl close under your arm ever nearer to breathe happen to drift languid and rest under your gaze your heart beating in my ear life still-standing will I be able to wake or never leave this moment to begin or drift again?
Last Word
I don't fight for the last word the way some others do though maybe I should sometimes There might be things to say with finality and import declarations or farewells You spoke my name that day without urgency or demand unwitting balm to years of grief I was your last word.
Provisions
There are days to come prepared stocked with provisions for every potentiality Today is not that day God into this world your very own unburdened Let the good come to you from hands both known and new all of it, every blessing
Digging
I was digging again in that field of forgetfulness exhuming old hurt danger and grief If one waits long enough the threads and threats even the bones of it will be gone Better to let it all rest It needs no turning Hold this promise: every atom feeds what is to come
Stillness
In the end all is stillness and wind waving across the long grass
F*cking Awesome (Explicit Version)
I'd like to fuck Awesome do you have any idea where I might find him? Or do you mean the fucking itself is awesome? Because I'm cool with that, too Maybe I'm confused: Is Fucking the surname or the given name? Wait! Is fucking here the noun, verb, adjective? Or a gerund? I love those But I digress: If you see Awesome tell him I'm DTF
A trio of poet friends decided to write pieces using the phrase “Fucking Awesome”. This is one in a short series of poems with similar titles.
Children
Our bodies, swollen with others' hands and feet their needs we fed them life drawn from us Now they walk about in the world speak, laugh oblivious to their first homes Just as each day I forget where my own small head once lay
Fortune
Where to fall, where to rise This phrase liberated from a cookie a question, unpunctuated Where will you fall? Into love? Despair? And where will you rise? Unbidden and unafraid
Another Time
My child breathes (in) another time Tells his secrets (in) another time Builds forts and alliances (in) another time Licks cream and wounds (in) another time Reads post cards scrawled (in) another time Knows his mother held him (in) another time
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