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i have planted my city heart in the dust
and set it aflame.
my new one can taste the wind's origins,
it knows how to ponder heavy thoughts with dark clouds,
it knows the motives behind the rain drop's dances.
--
the sun was eating my skin but
no matter, i can regrow.
i could feel the quivering earth in the bees' hum and
the rhythm of each passing second in the ants' march.
i wanted to tell you i love you because
in all the beautiful expanses of raw earth and passion i have never seen a face so fine.
--
it is four at dawn and the world is tumbling,
lights and numbers are exploding,
we are dying,
time is not waiting.
people are always gone when you need them the most,
and i hate you.
oh darling,
this is the world's fault.
can you take my hand,
can we tread to where fireweed is free to grow,
where souls are pure and life is love,
oh can we.
--
--
in another life,
i will learn to sing with the grasshoppers,
for i have heard the earth speak.
and set it aflame.
my new one can taste the wind's origins,
it knows how to ponder heavy thoughts with dark clouds,
it knows the motives behind the rain drop's dances.
--
the sun was eating my skin but
no matter, i can regrow.
i could feel the quivering earth in the bees' hum and
the rhythm of each passing second in the ants' march.
i wanted to tell you i love you because
in all the beautiful expanses of raw earth and passion i have never seen a face so fine.
--
it is four at dawn and the world is tumbling,
lights and numbers are exploding,
we are dying,
time is not waiting.
people are always gone when you need them the most,
and i hate you.
oh darling,
this is the world's fault.
can you take my hand,
can we tread to where fireweed is free to grow,
where souls are pure and life is love,
oh can we.
--
--
in another life,
i will learn to sing with the grasshoppers,
for i have heard the earth speak.
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Literature
Reddist
Before you, there were women
with full breasts,
breasts with perk tips and beneath them:
hips wide as my hand spread,
but never love.
Athenas before you,
my eyes only followed the apples;
and then, suddenly:
A wild brook unleashed
and I never knew I was a basin
meant to be filled.
A woman sewn
from the smile of Coyote,
from the same hands that bent time
and created life for a laugh-
Apples became
the sweetest fruit; be my reddist-
I will love you madder
than a hatter and brasher than a miner.
Wilder for a gypsy.
Literature
remuneration
there were dreams of abasement, tearing up at the thought of
the noxious corners of your eyes. i saw them at a glance and fell
headfirst in the Styx, catching billowing waves of uncertainty and
heartache. they crashed with a decade-begrudged mind that was far
from healing -- far from me.
and though the fall was abrasive and the
waves, their own harangue, their heartache
and toxins faded & found graphite talismans
engraved in a red wrist warmer.
the ground that my blood decorated, with a history of broken bone
marrows now showed how unnecessary a transplant w
Literature
Serenissima
Slumbering suns
take a midmorning nap;
alleyways bright with
golden ladies,
their smiles canal-deep.
Nightfall brings guides:
stone sighs and dead light,
(never so alive).
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After all the flames in the morning
The quiet ashes fell for hours and hours
So we dug us a hole
And planted our skin
Like a seed in the ground
To grow again
--patrick watson
tWR [link]
is the 'no' part better off the way it is or left empty? any other suggestions?
does the last stanza create a wistful end to the poem? how well does it draw the poem to a close?
how well is the romance bit weaved into the entire experience of nature?
um. do you care? because i find that certain subjects aren't very appealing to the majority of the dA lit audience.
what do you think happened?
The quiet ashes fell for hours and hours
So we dug us a hole
And planted our skin
Like a seed in the ground
To grow again
--patrick watson
tWR [link]
is the 'no' part better off the way it is or left empty? any other suggestions?
does the last stanza create a wistful end to the poem? how well does it draw the poem to a close?
how well is the romance bit weaved into the entire experience of nature?
um. do you care? because i find that certain subjects aren't very appealing to the majority of the dA lit audience.
what do you think happened?
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