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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
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Sink or swim
He stood on the dock
One foot reluctantly planted
The other standing at the ready
Like that fleeting moment
Suspended in mid-air
Gleefully anticipating the water on your skin
Yet apprehensive of those undiscovered depths
Which have yet to be kissed by sunlight
She dove in head-fist
Through the reeds and the icy darkness
And watched from below
As the light fragmented
Along the rippled surface
How stunning it was
Even in the deepest and feared unknown
Especially there.
In the light and in the dark
There was only him
He watched as she held her breath
Shackled by his own mind
Wanting for that planted foot
To be freed from its hesitations
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faded smiles and lost hopes
she's never alone but
you cannot taste loneliness.
and (she dissolves)
she'll smile sadly when you name her atlas,
because you forgot she carries suffering not hope.
(you forgot everything she had to give up,
you forgot to shoulder some of the weight,
youforgot,youforgot,youforgot,youforgot).
[repeat it, repeat it, repeat it and
listen to her bones crack.]
you cannot claim something you never had;
she held everyone but
no one
held
her.
[she's slipping through your fingers.]
take her gently by the wrist,
but it is too late.
(she shatters at the lightest touch).
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I was tempted to take this further but I think it says more without onward elaboration.
(c) prairiedaisy 2010. All rights reserved.
(c) prairiedaisy 2010. All rights reserved.
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Comfort in brevity, surely. How could the impact have been greatly improved by further exploration? It's a stark thought, and I think you made the right call Wendy 