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Sutured to a Flame
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Today I put up a live video on my Patreon account. It is a poetry reading. It is free to view. All my content is free to view.
Wordle #140
No one exits this love intact,
A means that pulverizes
All that would follow.
I am undone in the skeins
Of your bellicose poems
Still I attend, flying
With the force of eternity.
–
The shuttle came late
Another level of hell
Sought and overtaken,
Another star shaved down
To a less consequential flesh.
I roll your heart under my palm
Just enough heat to instigate.
–
A spider’s eyes, cinnamon spun
Spill from every echo
What could be more clear
Than a fool’s devotion?
I have only time for you,
To listen, to melt, to stutter
With the force of your attritional lips.
–
I paint my wrists with your initials,
My eyelids with your silhouette
The pith of your mischievous smile,
The mercy of my teeth as they trip
Over these catgut margins
Possession makes no difference
When together we are blessed.
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Lately I have been struggling with writing, not for lack of desire but just old-fashioned stress. When I get too stressed and have a lot to do I often experience some emotional blockages. This has nothing to do with the poem I am just saying how I am feeling at the moment.
Coax
There are not enough shadows
To cover the cicatrice of your smile.
It is a memory I will undress until
The fabric of time wears so thin
I lose the luxury of amnesia.
*
At times you have been
The only human inside of me
At times a husk of worried nails
I consult you as one coaxes rain,
In a dearth of threadless clouds.
Birdsong
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In the hollows of your joined palms I perch
A cage that closes neither on departure nor return
A cage bereft the imposition of an artificial sky.
Your reception lends courage to my singularity
Without you there exists no inclination to song,
No dreams worth the risk of sustained flight
You ignite the angel within my presumed beast
*
The next few days I will be quite busy birthday parties and of course the fast-approaching increasingly terrifying visit to the Neurologist. I will write but if I am not able to complete a poem to my satisfaction I will reblog one of my lesser viewed poems in the very early days of my blog. I will of course post the prompt on Sunday but if it takes me a little longer to respond please don’t worry I will get there =) I wrote an accompanying piece on Curious Flowers not a poem but a little discussion on love haha
Thank You
The way
Your smile leans
Against my heart,
Keeps me
From losing
Faith
*
The way
Your eyes
Wrap around
My words
Reminds me
That I am not
Irretrievable
Even
When
Fragmented
You lift me up
As though
I were whole
As though
I were weightless
*
I fail
Passively,
Defeat
Preceding
Endeavor
Your love
Is free
You are
The hope
That unlaces
My tragedy
The wind
That gathers
Me wild
From a serried
Earth
*
You made me
Believe
That I could be
Myself
Without inoculation
Or shame
You made me
Believe
That I could
Indite this muse
Even though
She scars on
Deliverance
Even though
I am too fragile
To unfold her
Wholly
*
This is my way of saying THANK YOU for the friendship, for the encouragement, for the faith =) You can use Mr. Linky to share your own Thank You poem to you readers, friends, or family or you can simply share a link to your blog generally or to any entry on your blog that you feel like sharing. If clicking your icon doesn’t link to your blog please share your link below because I can’t find some of you,
Painter
The lines underneath your lashes
Are not as deep as the valleys
That exscind your heart
*
You relay all bias
Through the moon
The phases of eclipse and ignition
Even the gravity
That enslaves you to your art
Is both anathema and provision
*
I watch you spread flesh and blood
Over open-faced diaries
Praying that exposure might lend itself
To an ubiquitous cleansing
Praying that the honesty of one
Might translate the voiceless panic
Of an increasingly damaged nation
*
I dread those moments
When your upturned brushes
Find no cause worthy of polemic
Those moments when your palate knife
Euthanizes all endeavor
To see you virulent in the act of creation
Is the substance of my unwashed dreams
So paint and through painting be seen
Poverty
I have wanted for that
Which I do not possess
I have envied others
Their talent
Their beauty
Their content
*
I have wanted for suitors
For men over whom I hold
Intractable power
(Is worth not more intrinsic
Than opinion?)
I have wanted for the dignity
Of a well-lanned ambition
To create alien landscapes
From an eclectic syllabary
To weave dreams like Morpheus
Into starched collars
And patent leather shoes
That none may depart
Unannounced
*
I have hungered
For the prosaic
For food
For security
For a family whose love
Do not falter with utility
*
I have known poverty
In its literal sense
Survival above novelty
And still I have found
No absence greater
Than the human heart
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Well-lanned means well-informed, knowledgeable, connected, and supported it actually comes the game Planescape Torment so it’s not technically a real word but it’s a good word so feel free to use it!
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