i try poemsong. i wanted my voice higher, so i faked it with the machine.
my one true love is dead and gone, she died when i was seventeen
my one true love is dead and gone, she died beside a stream
my one true love is dead and gone, could you know what that means?
my one true […]
i.
she, hand in hand, walks–
her fingers swallowed by His palm
etched rough with living.
the endless climbing stairway turns
blood to snow to blood to snow to
shifting flow as footsteps slow and
down
down(down)
they go.
nineteen steps
with that flaking ferrous slab
as high as heaven high as falcon wing
high as stars tangled in black […]
“love is not impatient,”
she said,
“not gripping, nor envious, nor bitter;
love needs no reflection to cast its light.”
as the dogwood blossoms fell.
“love is generous beyond measure,”
he replied,
“and like a river finds the truest channel.”
and in the bright blue sky the swollen moon smiled down.
“my love runs deep,”
she said,
“with […]
there is a whisper hush that
slips between the bars and
unbinds the nestles that creep within the cage of
calcium twisted heart-mongers i
don’t think there is a
new way to say but
what i want to say is
that this flower has flowered so
bright and i
can hardly speak so joyousfilled is
all that whelms and over
[…]
the ripples as they reach
the edge are gentle and do not show,
except in gentle passing,
any sign of that first pebble strike
upon the surface of the lake.
but it is in that softest rise
and whisper-hushing lap,
that love reveals its truer face.
i’m going to start adding mp3s of me reading them, as some people have requested that. i might go back and do all of the past ones as well, but for now i will just start with new poems.
there is a language of loss
spoken in couplets that
trickle to roaring cascade stanzas
tied tight and tripping […]
i dreamt last night. of ocean pounding waves that salty-crashed to cliffs so high their heights did lay assault to that same very clouding throne storm-capped and majesty and screamed a language born of everafters. as rock was pummeled down to sand.
i dreamt last night. of meadow slope and greenest grass with splash of yellow […]
There was a moment when he felt the flight,
when rustic rumbles underpinned his voice,
and like some slick and unfelt joy, fled truth.
Hold tight! Hold tight! O knavish trucksy tongue,
that hides some trifling thing from her mind’s light,
Hold tight! And for one moment, let it lie,
else of that love so strong you’ll build a lie
which trickles, […]
i.
shattered.
not broken,broke,justbroke,not…broke but
shattered.
boulders like hearts crack and
rocks roll down hills still slick with melt and
pebbles, and pebbles stuck in shoes annoyance is what hearts broken is but not –
this is not broken but shattered and pebbles
pounded out
pounded down this
brutal tattoo pounded in
into sand with heart of boulder and
pounded […]
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