Category: Narrative poetry
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The Verse of Being.
There were four children who wove the wicker of fire that colors every blade of grass, every eye that is. One covered the sky, in her disappearance she sparked secrets that swirled in her silent cauldron And the other, took the form of sea foam, she came and went playfully sprinkling precious salt, sea shells […]
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Between man and woman
Give she the mantle of the heart before she can wonder Give she all the fire and rain before she can build her ship Give she the bare skin and blood of birth before she can uncover her jewel Give he the weighty hammer and the anvil before his feet can take flight Give he the […]
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My name in her mouth
I loved her more, than I can know her yellow-pink smile, sing-song voice lit eyes that widened to meet mine She moved to the rhythm of her seasons and I, have fallen for her from the time my name, fell from her thin lips like laughing clear water a call, that trembles, the chambers of […]
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Sweet Red.
She was carried in a bird’s gizzard that had her red plump flesh covered in juices, melting her into sweetened goop. So full she was like nothing before, for death did not let a single pore go by, that it did not infuse to brimming. Her bones though, lay untouched, clean and hard, asleep, spat out from the sky tumbled […]
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Night Unnamed
The warm fleece upon my shoulders the wings set along my blades the fire sparked within my belly, the lute wrought into my throat all placed by the weaves of her deep tresses her upon whom I wish her upon whom I pray she who thrums through my breast, strikes the skin on my bones […]
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The Lover
There is a man with a lute his eyes thread clouds sunsets line his skin, and soil perfume his breath, ever present, ever-awake— He never speaks but through strings he sings a yearning for what has gone and come gone again… like lovers linked in a dance, spinning away till hands stretch to the last filament […]
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Love on a carrot stick.
She had eyes like the night skies The milky way around her center Oh! She sang-sang with the swing of her feet The stars falling with her wishes. Her taps soon beat with her father’s Lost she was to his. His name her last The spell cast her mother held strong jingling bells to a story […]
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Glazed heart
Addicted to this, hazy dream– tension across the too, quick tempered glass. My little buckled heels, chips a little off the surface. Oh, the gingerly placed steps hold tenderly the blush glass. ‘It’s alright, it’s alright,’ she tremors, but the cracks are a little, wider She shut her eyes. Oh, she shut her eyes over […]
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The birth of Voice.
Bricks loose like pulled teeth, yellow chipped paint with a whole white daisy. Pale sky heaving through caved wooden ribs. Hunched shadows hunting– shadows behind keening walls marred in soot. Whimpering cries, harried shushing silence screams ringing in the ears breath coming out fast–faster, sharp intake, pause– ‘whuu…’ soft whistle blow a humming tune, picked […]
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Hallowed Castle
I will tell you of a story one with a beautiful castle thick curtains, velvety cushions gilded buttress along its fissured walls gardens riot with flowers, mango and pear trees sickly sweet The hallways silent, footsteps muffled, occasional shrieks Women white as chalk faded like ancient oil paintings, ghost figures frozen in silent scream that […]
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