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soul meets bodyyou'll see

the sea in

your eyes the

day you are

born - crush

flowers in

your mother's

books & rest

in the cor

ners of

empty rooms right

where the light from

the blinds shines

through

i'm overlapping my

history with heart-shaped

sighs & candle lights

you're so beautiful on

the inside

when i first

started hiding

verses & poems inside

journals when i was little

i did it for no one at all -

i am not so different, i

fall into place with every

sentiment

you're poetry hiding

in my fingertips

tracing my spine like

i'm read like a book

you wrapped around me

& i shook

with thanks to salingerAudio version.
it's on those cold mornings
when you are nothing but indrawn breath
swirling and knitted up inside too-big
skin and weightless bones--
when the horizon arches up against
the half-thawed tendrils of sunrise
and smiles
with golden teeth,
and smiling, begs--
it's on those cold mornings
when leaving is easiest.
the car will be cold, and you will
shiver, and the engine,
much too loud,
will smack of blasphemy
but you will find peace in the steady roll
of tarmac and the yellowing light
spilling across it,
with dust motes kicked up and carried
like fish in the undertow.
when you come to that first
crossroads, it will shock you:
the way the decision hangs there
trembling and desperate--
but there are no right answers and you will not
hesitate. and each successive choice
will be made of its own accord,
and you will roll the windows down,
and draw down the scent of ear

AcquittalWon't you leave me? I will love you
more than if you stay, transfixed

to the point of reference, our bodies
melding a sad, soft sublime, the back

spine of a little universe blown out
like a crafter's hot glass, the growing

moment, the wonder, the expansion
before a chill.

caring for p(o)etsscribbling down vicious verses on
tissue napkins while seated at
the corner of a sidewalk cafe is
about as romantic, raw and
honest a p(o)et
-outside of the four corners of your bedpost-
can get

if you've got that person dreading over
drafts and dreams on end
-of you, for you-
consider yourself a new owner
it is now time to
tame this p(o)et's perverse mane
you've got your hands on
a fragile purebred
which can be very tricky for
first timers

syracuseListen to the audio version for the full effect, pretty please.
cloudshot sky like an oil painting and i am watching the
seagulls. i--
darling, i will swim for you
and swallow every whitecap.
i will pluck myself a coat of pelican wings,
sew them up with salt and spray--
become icarus for you.
you are calling me across the waves, love--
but you pull against the ache
in my bones, the hollow--
the clawing out for unseen sunsets and unturned tides.
i hear you, love
give me time.
i will always listen.

Birthday celebrations.Twenty-three cigarettes
at midnight in honour of
the years you might have
lived,

but chose not to.

shhhwe are lurking too close to jesus,
on the empty edge of a lightless stage,
curved nails digging into the skin of our pale palms.

he asks as an afterthought
do you believe in something holy? and i think yes,
i think this is what i believe in.

A time before sunriseOut here on my own,
this crushing weight,
lifted,
for a moment.

The burden of a secret
at 4 am,
like a ten minute dream
six feet underwater.

And from our window,
900 million years later,
the last seconds of light
conjure storms
at the end of time
where secrets are told.

old songs for a first lovethe crow is screaming

& the fields are swaying

& i'm staying

here

4 word poemPole |
Dancer. |
| Tuition
| Fees.

Southern Belle - 4Ray of scattered light -
a flicker pearls
crests momentarily
hovers above the water
escaping - a flash of orange -
lands back into the mirage

I Only KnowThere are at least
thirty-seven thousand ways
to get from here to there.

here,
where your body fits
next to my body, your breaths
match my breaths; your
escape-
paradise, sanctuary, utopia-
surrounds my escape.

there,
where you and I are not
the same; where your edges
break against my smooth,
your rises coalesce with
my falls, your
d i s t a n c e s
clatter against my presence.

thirty-seven thousand ways
at least,
but I only know one.

I only know the way the thumping
of your heart leads to the pressing
of our lips-
I only know the here and there that
pales, insignificant
to

the you and me.

expired warningsI hate to break it to you but we're all betting on the day when
your nightmares will swallow you whole and you won't
remember how to open your eyes. we forget your voice,
it broke and no one buried the pieces. we're giving you up:
secessions (your ribcage is a civil war, your heart is the victim.
there will be no memorial; there are only red flags)
obsessions pick your bones dry, vulture needs, vulgar
mortality argues at least you're not alive

at least you can't see us anymore, counting the knots
in your neck and catastrophes in your mouth. in
your summer cage you were a soggy butterfly bearing
a cumbersome cross. now, we leave yo

Insomnia.The sleep I'm not sleeping
cornered me behind the garden shed
and split its knuckles
on the sharper edges of my
teeth.

I think it was trying
to kill the restlessness
in me.

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sultry liquid powerful

by *enigmaticsmile, Nov 23, 2012, 8:00:46 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

splashed

into

my peripheral

dark red satin

draped on hourglass

sultry

liquid

powerful

motion

shunning

the crowd

in her steps

opportunity

flows closer

and I buy it

a glass of wine

sultry liquid powerfulby *enigmaticsmile

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

The title just popped in my head... you know how I roll...

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by the wonderful *disrhythmic: [link]

Critique by *roselynedwards Nov 24, 2012, 4:21:31 PM

Brief summary, this was definitely very original overall, the words were unique as was the theme, although I wish you would've expounded more upon the feelings going on here, the whole setting seemed rather distant and unemotionally attached and emotions are how I relate to things, but it is different for every person so another person may think this poem has more of an impact than it did to me.
This poem really made me think, although some people may have a hard time getting it

In the beginning stanza i was confused as to what was happening ..
and a lot of this poem was very vague...
And now I see the power the vagueness does to this poem it really makes you think so you display excellent technique.
The poem is very raw simple, and at the same time complex, brilliant!

My favorite part was

opportunity
flows closer

and I buy it
a glass of wine

soooo brilliant, this abstraction!

What do you think?

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!travelgirlxx Jan 15, 2013

Ahhh! Love it!

*enigmaticsmile Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!!!

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~pinballwitch Dec 10, 2012

^ I'm talking about the middle stanza. The rest has some interesting imagery and memorable bits of language.

~pinballwitch Dec 10, 2012

The middle stanza is the by far the weakest one for me. Lots of words that don't give me imagery quite specific enough, and nothing that tickles my fancy linguistically.

*enigmaticsmile Dec 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

"sultry, liquid, powerful" doesn't create anything for you?

~pinballwitch Dec 11, 2012

Powerful rarely does.

Liquid, ish, but not nearly as much as a verb that would convey all that liquidity via motion.

Sultry is the strongest of the three. But it isn't particularly new, as the previous stanza touches on sultry in a delightfully visceral way that overshadows mere "sultry."

The stuff that comes after in that same stanza is weaker still (well maybe not weaker than powerful) in my mind. "Motion"? Are we talking seasickness-inducing or rocking a baby to sleep? Vibrations or a sheer drop? Just a blur? Etc.

I realize that your title is what it is, but titles describe & I want a poem to take me somewhere. Verbs make it happen (good ones). Adjectives don't, and nouns need a verb to do it.

Give me verbs! Don't tell me powerful, make me feel it.

Just my two cents.

*enigmaticsmile Dec 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

And your two cents are appreciated. Consider them taken into... consideration!

~februaryblue Dec 3, 2012 Student Writer

I think it's really interesting how you've taken a common situation and turned it into a piece of poetry like this. It took me a moment to realize what was going on because the words seem so unusually poignant for that situation - but I think it's a good thing, it's an interesting perspective and it makes me wonder what kind of person the narrator is (they seem to have better taste than most people in their situation).

*enigmaticsmile Dec 3, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you for taking the time to read and consider my poem. I found your feedback to be refreshing.

I suppose the narrator is me: finding the extraordinary in the ordinary (or seeing the little details that most people miss).

(and your dA name is my birth month and favorite color, very nice)

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