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Under Earth

A poetic work inspired by Hannah Papacek Harper’s beautiful collection of poetry, keep your eyes and ears open for that name, she is a talented and wise young woman and creates with words from the pink sea….

 

Under Earth
pick me up and cast me to the wind

i trickle into your hands

full in my blue
torn and gleeful
i am

smothered by the poor riches of my mind
i start as reason ends

in the eaves
through the castle of orange and crumbs
i fly
i am the white bird
i forget my name…..

the air
breath
caressing without prudishness
songs only you might whistle

your hum
leading me…to where time can not catch up
oh nothing
i worship nothing
it is everything

with nothing the obscure corner is filled

forgotten dust of antiquated craving
brings only its own anticipation
and on the edge of understanding we wake to the arms of sand

with wings there are no edges

between the drops of light we are

too free
too open

freshly cracked
we drift out
little pools of pleasure

splashing in each other
under green skies
foaming across sad blues
nothing has been softer

a place under earth

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Qui Suis Je

the paper edge

ticks along

lifting me from my error…

 

I am not noticed

this spark, this colour, this ache

these words

and it is right, as right as can be in a moving illusion

 

to overlook

 

attention is like glue

 

liquid is the way

liquid is this vessel and contained

 

something bigger

but infinitesimally small

 

I wander a rambling lie

I revel a pressing deceit

I awake in a flaunting dream

 

who am I to be commanding release?

really, I ask

qui suis je?

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until

in early morning

I

seek

my heart

like a good friend

dialogue is easy

wavering like a mirage

swaying like a seasoned mother

but there are those other days…..

a smooth stone

a sheet of steel

a silent impasse

there is no other way

i stand at the door

until

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wildflower machine

 

reaching

my tongue

stretching into there

a thread

a disappearing cotton piece

i am a spiritual aardvark

catching

flashing

blue

devouring ants

i am an orange cog

smoothly spinning

a thousand orange cogs at once

like seeds bumping and flowing

in the direction of blooming terra firma

i am

a wildflower machine

no real

no fear

in a limitless world where imagination is the only true educator

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Simpatico

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art

the samurai

a language born of soft nib

trailing sticky rouge

pressing up off the floor

art answers to my wild driver

cuts corners, sliding sideways

unravelling

this tiny golden soul from the ribbons of a patriarchal past.

ovarian ribbons, wet, sliding ribbons, sweaty, perfumed ribbons

ribbons wrapped tightly, stripping through my naked body

like art

a thoughtful sword

ribbons that hold my breath shallow when it should be deep
that blister my waist when they should kiss
that maul my power

when it should open in awe
this art is determined

deliberate

necessary

to loosen fear defined boundaries

to unwind and clarify

to sooth

to alight upon me in shades orange and pink and bring us

into rhythm

together

a symbiotic climax

momentary

simpatico

a taste of the sound of leaves

on the painted wind of time

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Imaginary Friends

spheres of skinlessness

flickering orbs

plumes

of breath

ruach

pneuma

clouds of fire

a wild world of pareidolia 

surfaces

hands

swimming with electricity

piecing it together

madness

and there he lives

the short man with angry brown hair

bouncing off pain voices

peeing in the toybox

dead in the fridge

we kill the unseen with our arrogant not knowing

trinity

me

reality

imagination

oh essential formlessness

I name you

with my name

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The Delicate In Between

light

rivers

silver

through elegant stone

one precious thought glides

colliding

blending

breathing

the air of acquiescence

a smile

a fingerprint

moving

touching

an elemental rendering of richest whisper

a graceful becoming

on ribbons of in-between

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