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Be the Poem

"My life has been the poem I would have writ
But I could not both live and utter it."
- Henry David Thoreau

Wooden Dreams

27. September 2014

I stole the stars; he swam the oceans –the vulnerable bliss of poetry in motion; but glass hearts can’t beat for one another. He told me to dream, but dandelion wishes float on the shifting breeze. His smile melted with the lilac sunrise, and just like that – I was left with colorless sunsets and prosaic minds. There’s more to see than visions of a memory, so I’ll stop to feel, feel the breath in…

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A Warmer Love

27. September 2014

I remember warmer days,
waist-deep in golden, swaying oceans.
We danced in the summer haze,
wrapped in sunlight and vibrant motion.

I remember citrus kisses,
sun-tanned skin and salty lips.
Your lazy smile and gentle stare,
always left me struggling for air.

I remember raspberry sunsets
and the relief of cool air at dusk.
We drank in the final moments –
my quiet words and your slight touch.

Now…

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Daydreaming of Your Love

27. September 2014

Daydreaming of Your Love

His skin is like soft cinnamon.
I melt into his sweet warmth.
I catch his long stare from afar -
his dark eyes glisten like black diamonds.

I watch as he graciously smiles,
his broad grin shining like the break of dawn.
I smile back at the new morning,
entranced by his easy laughter.

I’m spellbound by your presence.
I love to watch you from afar,
wondering what it would be like
to be loved by you.

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Dreaming Under the Apple Tree

27. September 2014

Dreaming Under the Apple Tree

I climbed a ladder into the heavens,
and picked the stars like shiny apples.
The North Star gleamed,
just beyond my reach –
a delicious, glistening temptation.
I ventured higher and higher,
stretching on my toes…
just a little bit farther.
My footing slipped;
I tumbled down,
down through time,
down through blackness.
I awoke on a grassy hill,
not far from a dim-lit house
that I had the urge to…

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Inspiration

27. September 2014

Artists draw portraits
of lovers they’ve lost,
never forgetting
the frays of their hair
or the bends of their backs.
The pencil lingers,
shading the eyes
with depths and shadows –
such penetrating stares.

Musicians comprise notes,
shaky fingers reaching for
the steady sounds
of their instruments.
Their voices tremble
with songs of those
they’ve loved and lost,
filling the void
with a doleful muse.

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The Pen

27. September 2014

I live with a pen in my hand,
spinning words
around my fingertips.
Loops of rhymes and
dances with language,
choreographed to the
rhythmic patterns of my
palpitating heartbeat.

No, it’s not the strict meters,
loose rhymes, alliteration,
or even the imagery
that carries me back to the page.
It’s the scrawling of my words
and the implacable hunger
to somehow convey
my gamut of emotions
through…

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Untouched Kiss

27. September 2014

This untouched kiss is useless…
red lips in a black and white film;
a key without a secret.

My passion is caged…
a winged bird with no open skies;
midnight inspiration with no artist.

My love is wandering…
a ship without a harbor;
a stream without the sea.

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So Little Time

27. September 2014

There are so many books to read.
There are so many sunsets to watch.
There are so many other languages -
new words to describe
the same, worn-out feelings,
bending my tongue in new ways.
There are so many wildflowers to pick.
There are so many trains to ride.
There are so many tiny cafes to discover -
full of comfortable couches, live music,
and coffee menus written on chalkboards.
There are so…

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Adulthood

27. September 2014

It’s the age of transition -
sipping coffee and reading Shakespeare,
while still playing tag in the backyard.
I map out my future in 5-year increments,
pretending that I really know
what I want to do with my life,
when really…
I barely know who I am.

They applaud as I blow out the candles.
Really? That many this year?
A 20-something’s regret -
a tattered past and the lost hope
of being “forever…

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Abandoned by the Sun

27. September 2014

Abandoned by the Sun

The sun bent down
and kissed my lips,
burning away
my swollen tears.
I melted into the salty warmth.

The sun slid down
into the sea.
I chased the last rays
across the sand,
and then fell into the shadows.

The sun left me
to kiss the other side
of the cold earth.
I watch as he drags
away my light.

The moon glows
with a gentle hope.
I lay on the shore
and cry to her,
as she pulls the tide in.

The…

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