anastasia-clarke - Hello Poetry

new oranges wait unpeeled in an open basket his mother moves in the half-light fingers working -small reflections in the early hours morning shadows caught like words between us

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May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC

Portrait of My Mother-in-Law in the Kitchen

new oranges wait unpeeled in an open basket his mother moves in the half-light fingers working -small reflections in the early hours morning shadows caught like words between us

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1. in summer we sit in the branches picking leaves from the strands of our hair we break the stems and touch the bleeding tips to our tongues 2. quietly the fruit falls aging in the soft shoulder of the ground flies gather eating life before the ending day 3. summer fails gathers and fails again new grass grows crowded against the wooden fence my mother kills the fig tree branches fall -old weight breaking into waiting hands the sun warms an empty space 4. morning begins with the ache of a new flower shadows move liquid beneath the shifting leaves sunlight through green paper

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Feb 26, 2018

Feb 26, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC

Fig Tree

1. in summer we sit in the branches picking leaves from the strands of our hair we break the stems and touch the bleeding tips to our tongues 2. quietly the fruit falls aging in the soft shoulder of the ground flies gather eating life before the ending day 3. summer fails gathers and fails again new grass grows crowded against the wooden fence my mother kills the fig tree branches fall -old weight breaking into waiting hands the sun warms an empty space 4. morning begins with the ache of a new flower shadows move liquid beneath the shifting leaves sunlight through green paper

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summer ages with a sudden hour thin and sun-softened words follow like leaves each their own separate turning my sister tells me what i don't remember morning softens bleeding into a new light and she begins again

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Nov 27, 2017

Nov 27, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC

With Love

summer ages with a sudden hour thin and sun-softened words follow like leaves each their own separate turning my sister tells me what i don't remember morning softens bleeding into a new light and she begins again

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night in the long hours quiet like the inside of a suitcase somewhere a fire is burning darkness moves a breath against the heavy wall blind and pillow soft

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Nov 4, 2017

Nov 4, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC

A Room Alone

night in the long hours quiet like the inside of a suitcase somewhere a fire is burning darkness moves a breath against the heavy wall blind and pillow soft

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it rained sometime in the passing night leaves rustle wet shadows taken by a sudden current sleep follows me like a footstep morning curls heavy in the shadows of the grass

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Sep 20, 2017

Sep 20, 2017 at 10:31 PM UTC

Leaving for Work in the Early Morning

it rained sometime in the passing night leaves rustle wet shadows taken by a sudden current sleep follows me like a footstep morning curls heavy in the shadows of the grass

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the sun burning on his narrow back he feels the weight of his sweat growing bruises along the inner folds of his shirt flowers yellowing in the late afternoon touch the inside of his wrist sunlight breathes through the grass like a distant voice

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Sep 6, 2017

Sep 6, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC

Hitchhiker Sitting in the Grass

the sun burning on his narrow back he feels the weight of his sweat growing bruises along the inner folds of his shirt flowers yellowing in the late afternoon touch the inside of his wrist sunlight breathes through the grass like a distant voice

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the lights move yellow along the curves of your face soft voices wait in the rising fall of your chest briefly our shoulders touch in sleep your hand flutters like a dying bird

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Aug 19, 2017

Aug 19, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC

Falling Asleep on the Late Train

the lights move yellow along the curves of your face soft voices wait in the rising fall of your chest briefly our shoulders touch in sleep your hand flutters like a dying bird

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there's a beauty in her angled shoulders between the shadows meeting beneath the curve of her ******* unbroken hours forgotten in the narrow dark silence moves along the small parts of her hands

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Jun 30, 2017

Jun 30, 2017 at 11:11 PM UTC

Acceptance

there's a beauty in her angled shoulders between the shadows meeting beneath the curve of her ******* unbroken hours forgotten in the narrow dark silence moves along the small parts of her hands

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your hands in the breathing quiet darkness softens grey into the hidden corners the new morning rises pale and soft bellied

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Jun 16, 2017

Jun 16, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC

Transition