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Literature Text
you say
my words sing like the wind.
i say
you’re just hearing things;
i am no more the breath
of an angel
than you are the dappled
loam looming uncertainly
from the moss beneath trees,
but i can tell you this;
you are holding up my sky.
my words sing like the wind.
i say
you’re just hearing things;
i am no more the breath
of an angel
than you are the dappled
loam looming uncertainly
from the moss beneath trees,
but i can tell you this;
you are holding up my sky.
Literature
A Sailor's Heart (The Ocean V)
I navigate the sea,
led by the twin stars
that are so like your eyes,
deep-blue and all-knowing,
d
r
o
w
n
i
n
g
me ,
more unyielding than the flood
that beats across the hull of
the ship that is my heart.
Literature
I never found the spring
I breathed small errings into the crook of your elbow
eyes half skewed to the weather scheme
Outside, besmirched ink or knife blade in the cusp of light
Overcast and breathing, the sanguine morning
I whispered small resolutions into the crescent
of your pelvic bones, I
stammered in the rocks and choked in the foam
I never found the spring, lost in tired fronds
I left you clues in the seams of your skin, the
flesh sore between my teeth
Milk and copper permeate
the intrepid space our bodies clasp
As we ripen and decay
Literature
I will not be taken so easily
she is standing
on the fringe of my thoughts,
telling me
"you don't know who you are
anymore."
i am at the ocean:
the shriek of the waves and the lull
of its serrated rocks;
sunlight tearing across my skin.
except, i am more sure
than i have ever been.
this is a precipice for me
and i am ready
to drown.
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untamed spillage.
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(c) prairiedaisy 2008
suggestions for improvement are welcome.
(c) prairiedaisy 2008
© 2008 - 2024 prairiedaisy
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The images in this piece are simply beautiful, and I thought that the last line was just perfect. 