I am water
rushing downhill seeking hollows to pool
I find a round space to bed with the moon
one day I awaken
my water is hot
don’t look they said
you will go blind
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Unlocked Rivers
My response to Rilke’s Duino Elegies. This is number Seven.
over dirty feathers
sand pieces and falling sun
o crystal creature
this droplet of flesh
his humbled form
talk is small
small talk
tiny talk
lording over billowed heart
huge
rising
expansive breaking
tidal pushing
midnight reaping
clouds kissing
imaginary
moon
balloon in my chest
bursting
pressing pointed thought
monsters begging
falling from silver like unlocked rivers
circling
universes rolling
stoked by hot song
slack lips
releasing angels
creating to applause and comfortable laughter
swinging monkeys
becoming water
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Water
there is a wave inside my body
a heated flank
a slow tsunami
pulling upward like tongue
or soul
sliding my notes
taking my wounds….
it follows a soothing
determined path
a pink wash sweeping
a dark pink purpose,
it loosens me
it releases me
I glide like wings
melting floss
becoming
a rush
of
clean
water
The Bridge
Meet me on the bridge
Lover,
on the water,
over the water
here in the middle of me
This bridge was built for us
Lover,
to make a wish,
a silver wish,
and set the gold fish free
Follow the arch of colour
Lover,
under the sun,
full of sun
we’ll melt the frozen sea
Dry Water
Dry……
over nothing not something
………………..
blank look
dusty tongue,
paper dry
underfoot,
toes shy
away…. …. …………
too dry.
Mind hiding
empty fear
parched
impressions,
left
here.
Falsely still,
chalky
friction.
A
void?
Something (forgotten) not nothing……
something
rushing,
filling,
flowing choking
not dust but,
wet
thick
deep
water
dirty,
water
clean
wet
growth
primordial damp
hiding
mossy bones,
and…………………,
teeth.
Wet R U S H E S
silver baubles streaming……
ruthless blue,
clearly
waiting
relentlessly.
.
.
patiently. . . . . .
under dry
water.
Running Water
The River is wanton,
it speaks to me
and I listen.
Restless creature I AM
a mossy rock by this river.
It’s earthy fragrance entices me,
I stand quiet and let it touch my body.
I put my face close so I can feel it’s voice in my mouth and
on my lips.
I love its accent of running water,
Its wonderful gurgle makes me thirsty,
I drink it in.
I like it.
Rain Like Love
Rain like
love drop
on my fingertip, on the green
sliding leaf
silver pregnant
rain
drop
on my nose
falling
love
full drops join and frolic
silver lost in swirling brown
eddy’s of emotion, silver to brown and back again
beauty on lashes, before the
eyes
always changing ,moving
water thick with being,
too slippery to hold
like love
the closest I get is to skin
but it is the water the love the rain within
I seek to contain but cannot.
