angela-6 - Hello Poetry

Our palms press down Muscles flow in eager rapture Our shoulders broaden Spines lengthen Our hips press down Fluid motion twisting Around and through and above We grow in balance Feeling high above and far away But here in total darkness We see through feeling And here in total darkness The light in me reaches out And tethers to the light in you.

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Mar 5, 2013

Mar 5, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC

angela-6

Namaste

Our palms press down Muscles flow in eager rapture Our shoulders broaden Spines lengthen Our hips press down Fluid motion twisting Around and through and above We grow in balance Feeling high above and far away But here in total darkness We see through feeling And here in total darkness The light in me reaches out And tethers to the light in you.

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The gentle ins and outs of sleeping breath Spin off course, out of reach of embracing sheets As morning breaks open on tangled limbs, A twisted un-choreographed mess. Weaving a crooked trail down the too-straight hall, Ten toes take a tripping routine, Attached to unmetered beats Soft padding drum hits Feebly tumbling across the shined wood. The still sleeping glow of light Pressing through the window glass A spotlight for the kitchen’s stage, A lone performer improvises unsteady forms. But the subtle crunch of scooping grounds, Like the shivered shake of the tambourine, Catches the wavering rhythm up To the steady plopping drip, To the upward bending tone of the cascading pour Drum-rolling up and up and up to The ecstatically sighing high note of that first sip. And the scent, like deep purple, wafts Filling the room with thick unseen swirls All at once heavy and weightless, landing on skin Like a light breeze without force and only depth. Pressing against the lungs from within them, Persistently full, yet buoyant. And as the warmth spreads behind the lungs A small twitch of the hip courses to the flick of a toe And from every fingertip pumps into ignition Fluid joyful movements. Hot energy flows through veins, Fearlessly leading through tough turns and twists. And morning has only just begun.

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Mar 5, 2013

Mar 5, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC

angela-6

Light Roast

The gentle ins and outs of sleeping breath Spin off course, out of reach of embracing sheets As morning breaks open on tangled limbs, A twisted un-choreographed mess. Weaving a crooked trail down the too-straight hall, Ten toes take a tripping routine, Attached to unmetered beats Soft padding drum hits Feebly tumbling across the shined wood. The still sleeping glow of light Pressing through the window glass A spotlight for the kitchen’s stage, A lone performer improvises unsteady forms. But the subtle crunch of scooping grounds, Like the shivered shake of the tambourine, Catches the wavering rhythm up To the steady plopping drip, To the upward bending tone of the cascading pour Drum-rolling up and up and up to The ecstatically sighing high note of that first sip. And the scent, like deep purple, wafts Filling the room with thick unseen swirls All at once heavy and weightless, landing on skin Like a light breeze without force and only depth. Pressing against the lungs from within them, Persistently full, yet buoyant. And as the warmth spreads behind the lungs A small twitch of the hip courses to the flick of a toe And from every fingertip pumps into ignition Fluid joyful movements. Hot energy flows through veins, Fearlessly leading through tough turns and twists. And morning has only just begun.

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The tied tether that will always bind us Tugs at my heart. You drift as does a lost kite, High above. And across all lands and seas. I stand rooted, feet firmly planted, always here. You course above and across and over, Always tugging, always pulling, always searching. Lost and drifting, tether tangling, constant searching. And no matter where you fly drift soar crease or fall Know that for as long as I live and love, A home in my heart you will forever have.

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Mar 5, 2013

Mar 5, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC

angela-6

Tethered

The tied tether that will always bind us Tugs at my heart. You drift as does a lost kite, High above. And across all lands and seas. I stand rooted, feet firmly planted, always here. You course above and across and over, Always tugging, always pulling, always searching. Lost and drifting, tether tangling, constant searching. And no matter where you fly drift soar crease or fall Know that for as long as I live and love, A home in my heart you will forever have.

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