April 2012
5 posts
“What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock...”
– Lisel Mueller, “Things” (via fleurishes)
Hieroglyph →
myelegia:
She wrote Upon her skin Her secret desire In hieroglyphs The language of symbology
But those who could Not read, mistook Them for lines of worry Traces of sadness The blush of shyness
When I met her I read aloud Each chapter and verse That I could see As if the language was My own Surprised as I was That one would write On flesh, So blatantly Such passion
By her eyes I soon could...
The Waiting and the Farewells →
journalofanobody:
Half-sleeping vision—
dream or memory?
Grass frozen beneath my feet,
crisp as the air,
crunching at each step,
a sound more felt than heard.
The night crystalline-clear,
bitingly pure, vibrating with possibility.
Was it a going-to late at night,
or a going-from, early, before dawn?
No matter,
she was there,
in the waiting with ready embrace,
or in the waving of...
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December 2011
4 posts
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Christmas Poem
Its late.
The sea is swilling, dully flat against the harbour wall
Even the clinking sail boat masts have lost enthusiasm
The drapes more flail than flap, the Christmas lights
In the morosely quiet marina, weak and helpless
Against the grey chill of winter.
People are huddled in the bars and restauraunts,
Groping their iphones like old aunties with sherry;
The leatherette banquettes,...
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Driving Home for Christmas →
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Wake Up! The Poetry of Honesty →
Amy-Louise Webbers post on finding her way through tough times and some salient advice from an unexpected direction….
October 2011
1 post
Ashtree Honeybee: I Am Learning To Abandon the... →
thebluesteye:
I am learning to abandon the world before it can abandon me. Already I have given up the moon and snow, closing my shades against the claims of white. And the world has taken my father, my friends. I have given up melodic lines of hills, moving to a flat, tuneless landscape. And every night I…
September 2011
1 post
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Dead Pier →
Beautiful poem by MJ Duggan
August 2011
1 post
1 tag
miscellany: THANKSGIVING Can beauty save us?... →
jslr:
THANKSGIVING
Can beauty save us? Yesterday I looked at the river and a sliver of moon and knew the answer; today I fell asleep in a spot of sun behind a Vermont barn, woke to darkness, a thin whistle of wind and the answer changed. Inside the barn the boys build bongs out of copper…
July 2011
3 posts
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June 2011
1 post
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Red String of Fate
This scarlett twine what binds us. Invisible line can hang us We trip on others tangled cat’s cradled fingers we’re tied up on insignificant lovers, as undone patient knots. Leads us on to your heart. This scarlett twine what binds us. Invisible line can hang us. Teeth broken as we try to chew free to cheat ourselves, of our destiny. I feel you stumble vibrations ring urgently like a...
May 2011
1 post
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.Tea Drinker.
Drizzle licks window sudden gust captures coat hood. Warm toes relax inside.
by TheBoyWyatt 2011
April 2011
4 posts
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Diving for Pearls
I’ve been diving for some years now,
Spending longer and longer
Submerged.
There is,
The strangest disconnection as I resurface
Watching the world above me approach
Distorted by the rippling weight of moon and gravity
A disagreement of perspectives,
Not healed by time.
The pearls become rarer, I go deeper
The water feels colder, the under world darker
The above and below less...
'the story of the grasshopper and the octopus':... →
theboywyatt:
Secrets smuggled still unheard in matchboxes lashed tightly under lit lanterns. watch them rise as flickering birds reflected in the dead eyes of curious foxes. Scream out your frequency aim up at the sky. stopped dead by the verbal boundary reflected back down to me. Show me the night sky where…
a haiku
theboywyatt:
Floating in calm sea tea bag brewing laid back stance. Worries bleed away.
by dwayne wyatt
http://theboywyatt.blogspot.com/
The Debt by Paul Laurence Dunbar
theboywyatt:
This is the debt I pay Just for one riotous day, Years of regret and grief, Sorrow without relief. Pay it I will to the end — Until the grave, my friend, Gives me a true release — Gives me the clasp of peace. Slight was the thing I bought, Small was the debt I thought, Poor was the loan at best — God! but the interest!
January 2011
1 post
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December 2010
3 posts
2 tags
'I FEEL THE RUSH OF GABRIEL'S WINGS'
I feel the rush of Gabriel’s
wings, the shock that he should kneel,
the whispered question. I sing prayers
into myself, share my days, my fears
with him, helpless master, unmade maker,
God and man, my son and father,
Carried in me, weightless, faceless, Lord of life, of seas, skies, stars.
MICHAEL SYMMONS ROBERTS
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Snow
I feel you
In my bones.
My feet ache
The air hangs heavy, grey.
Gently,
You kiss my cheeks
Floating, swirling, dancing.
Like a lover you steal swiftly past
And dazzle me.
I am haunted by your beauty
Stung by your frozen touch
Enchanted and at once afraid.
© J. Brain, 2010
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November 2010
4 posts
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Winters Bell
It rang,
unclear against the sound of traffic and dripping rooves
It rang out against the frost and frozen village lanes
Its repeating, skittering along the surface of the dulled stream
and continued to ring.
Winter’s bell
Not a peal but a call to listen, attend
And then it came
Gently blowing across the roads and paths
Snow, winter had arrived.
© JBrain, 2010
decline
bruj:
he expected it
echo of empty
rooms wood floors
mocking his solitary footsteps
making way across darkness to window
guided by streetlight glowing earnestly through
note taped like a cliche in a bad movie curling between
but unlike that and just like her no words written; paper enough
sentiment implied; she knew he would understand which ones she
would select to mean good bye
for good
(this...
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Imber
Oh Imber, this once thriving village
haunted by the dogs of war and retribution.
Emptied, waiting as the wind blows through
Mourning restoration.
And the church bell tolls but once a year
For souls who once lived and those
Who have passed through
And the ghosts that sweep around that emptiness
harshly keen
in the dankness of the green latrines.
written in response to this picture...
BRUJ: library thief →
bruj:
remember when it was
all about planes
passports repatriation
layovers hangovers do overs
it was thames in spring
hudson in autumn
aero port bars in forsaken
middle territory
it was freak snow in canterbury
me lost in sherwood
west london cafes
books floor to ceiling
your…
October 2010
4 posts
mala morning
bruj:
against blue black branch
leaves like fire; lit by sun
clouds pink in its glow
beneath red maple
i sit still as roots silent
listening to morning
counting mala beads
sandalwood meditation
new day; namaste
copyright kjgf poetry 2010
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September 2010
4 posts
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These Lives Lost
these lives lost
08.36 Office fills grudgingly, shop bought recyclable cups litter desks. Alpha office males yawn. Swivel chairs swapped when no-one is looking. 10.01 Yesterdays jobs finally complete shoes taken off to stretch tired feet, clock watching for coffee break. Thoughts already of lunch. 11.23 Tonguing remains of biscuit, stolen from presentation buffet to tide over until lunch. Google...
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Dreams
You made it very clear that my dreams
Were like a slaughtered wood
No longer standing
Fallen. Burned.
I cannot stand without them
I lie stricken
Nothing to dress in and face the day
Nothing warm to offer comfort.
I cast about in the ashes
Thinking it was the cruellest thing
To take all the colour away
and close my hand upon a seed.
©Juliet Brain, Artsmonkey 2010
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Tattered Silk
Removing from the musty trunk,
Grey with dust and stale air billowing,
The wrapped fabric looks insignificant in my hands.
Once soft and glowing silk, shimmering
Sweeping as it moved.
Now dull, holed, torn in places
It lies limply with little of its former life.
Yet, listening in the quiet evening
There is still the faintest whisper
As if the memories could conjour up the music
Summon...
July 2010
5 posts
1 tag
“somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have...”
– e.e. cummings (via whatwillsuffice) (via natface)
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June 2010
4 posts
1 tag
Hysteria, T. S. Eliot
natface:
poetry365:
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly...
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Magpie
It’s only now,
as I dissassemble your magpie nest
Of all things old, shiny and unusual;
Your semi complete collections:
Glasses, fans, gloves, collar studs
stoneware, glassware
an aladdins cave of discarded objects
Found by you and kept safe
That I start to know you.
You were distant for a long time
too much tragedy, too many battles too young,
Too late you demanded my...
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The end of the world by Miroslav Holub
theboywyatt:
The bird had come to the very end of its song and the tree was dissolving under its claws. And in the sky the clouds were twisting and darkness flowed through all the cracks into the sinking vessel of the landscape. Only in the telegraph wires a message still crackled: C-.-o—-m—e. h…o—-m—e. y-.—o—-u..- h…a.-v…-e. a.-s…o—-n-.
May 2010
7 posts
BRUJ: Lighthouse Redux →
we wore rain
around our
caved in shoulders
our necks like
mist mufflers
smiles like
jack o lanterns
carved wide
to show our guts
we were innocent
of endings
fog obscured
our crystal ball senses
of knowing
better than to
believe in
happily ever after
all our…
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“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”
– Mohandas Gandhi (via #johannal) (via quote-book)
