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diptyched: happiness
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View with Mozilla Firefox. Powered by Blogger. 160;Tuesday, October 18, 2011. Where have you been,. My bed all these years? Gathered at my feet. In the many autumns. Did you not,. Pray tell, look for me? Or my smile, or the shadow. Of my face in the. Why are we strangers. You in poetry, in funeral. Flowers - purple and white -. While by the rocky shore. Perhaps i'm too glum even. Tragic despite the light. In my eyes and the laughter. That comes easy as day. But still i'll hunt you down. Are you happy now?
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diptyched: January 2011
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View with Mozilla Firefox. Powered by Blogger. 160;Monday, January 31, 2011. I am reading your letter that. Has been sleeping, like an old. Dog faithfully awaiting death,. Between the pages of a book. Bound in musty leather. My sad eyes are traveling oh so. Carefully, as if on tenterhooks,. Over the curves of each letter. That forms each cautious word. Written in ink, dark blue. I arrive at the name now, the. Name that replaced mine. the. Flower you spoke of dreamily. As if remembering a scent or. Where ...
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diptyched: solomon sang
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View with Mozilla Firefox. Powered by Blogger. 160;Sunday, October 30, 2011. There i trod by the river. Tranquil green but gold under the sun. Seeking the one with scent of fair lily,. Eyes of dove's and hair dark as dusk. There i trod by the river. Pebbles soft as kisses 'neath my feet. The air cooler than winter's touch yet. Did not bring my beloved's embrace. There by the river i trod. With withering soul fragrant as spice. Lingering, waiting for thy love beloved. That sprung for no reason nor prayer.
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diptyched: May 2011
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View with Mozilla Firefox. Powered by Blogger. 160;Tuesday, May 17, 2011. Twenty years of dust can make a grown. Man cry I realize as I open Mother's. Old chest. The dark interior hides the. Sheen of the blue dress but I smell her. Just the same. Mother. Tears are nothing, Mother,. But your scent is an eternity. I run my fingers through the silken blue. To feel how twenty years of dust. Is a lifetime of trying to forget. I let the dark fall on the dress again. For I know ghosts forgive easy when. Flea Ma...
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diptyched: September 2011
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View with Mozilla Firefox. Powered by Blogger. 160;Friday, September 30, 2011. For the pain that would not come. And you sit silently, a. Limb, a star abandoned by air. A flower droops in the. Shadow mourning the passing of. An unripened heart and. You strum your hair guiltlessly. Winter is outside the. Window, white is the color of. Gloom, you pull down. The curtain as i lick my wounds. Posted by Cris A. 160;Links to this post. To the star of a million nights ago. 160;Tuesday, September 20, 2011. As you...
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diptyched: December 2011
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View with Mozilla Firefox. Powered by Blogger. 160;Tuesday, December 27, 2011. New year's eve you'll find me. A star, stringed, hanging. A firework past its prime. Three hundred and sixty four. Days is an eternity. Still i stay unfound. Despite the witty repartees. In our rush to hurry time. Perhaps i best forget. And bring myself from sleep. And save the pool of tears. This stale cup of coffee. New year's eve you'll find me. Posted by Cris A. 160;Links to this post. 160;Thursday, December 22, 2011.
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diptyched: April 2011
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View with Mozilla Firefox. Powered by Blogger. 160;Friday, April 15, 2011. For Monie and her girls. In the dark you hold back. Amidst the blinking lights. Your eyes, covetous orbs. Remain fixed on the prize. And the fever, getting higher. Desire, desire, desire, desire. The same quixotic limbo. Your heart's a caged bird. Your lips lust for the rain. Wanting, needing, waiting. For you to justify my love. Stealing away from heaven. Your angel finds your hell. Hand against thigh, you feel. A Little Warm Deat.
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diptyched: to the star of a million nights ago
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View with Mozilla Firefox. Powered by Blogger. To the star of a million nights ago. 160;Tuesday, September 20, 2011. I shall wait for you fervently. When you cross the landscape. When you tread as before, like a. Shepherded lamb on its way. Things are no different from. What were before, and this i. I shall love you no less, not an. Ounce, not a breath, not a. My reveries will be of you and. My name, my hours are yours to. My secrets to your ears shall be. Brought and never again to my. Posted by Cris A.
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diptyched: the fruit picker
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View with Mozilla Firefox. Powered by Blogger. 160;Sunday, November 13, 2011. His hands itch at the sight. Of ripeness out of reach. Fingers curl around the. Season and he thanks god. For the daily bread. The scent teases his tonque. And his eyes swim in joy. To covet and trespass. He does not wait for the. Fruit to rot and drop. Time is not the. His nature, he has the sun. Posted by Cris A. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Blogumulus by Roy Tanck. View my complete profile. I am also on.
