francis-scudellari - Hello Poetry

There are strings. Nine strings? No, nine of some-wheres, plus one black when. Back then, they weren't strummed, but they're vibrating from, or to something. Something flat. Real is flat. Real and flatter than. The fattest lie is the fastest why I can come up with. I can tell you: I've lived this sigh before. Not a sigh, so much. As a breath between, death's hidden in the greens, and life. Life's again. Then's death.

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Dec 12, 2013

Dec 12, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC

Strings

There are strings. Nine strings? No, nine of some-wheres, plus one black when. Back then, they weren't strummed, but they're vibrating from, or to something. Something flat. Real is flat. Real and flatter than. The fattest lie is the fastest why I can come up with. I can tell you: I've lived this sigh before. Not a sigh, so much. As a breath between, death's hidden in the greens, and life. Life's again. Then's death.

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What you should look for isn't . what the screen tells you (it) is(n't) suspicious, Look for . not what's packaged and left . unattended, Look what's right (be)for(e) you, It's the sparrows' shallow hops . down narrow aisles, They stop and go . unafraid and even if unrewarded . (it) do(es)n't stop them, Follow where they go and know what s(cr)een(s) can('t) be trusted.

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Aug 18, 2013

Aug 18, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC

look for

What you should look for isn't . what the screen tells you (it) is(n't) suspicious, Look for . not what's packaged and left . unattended, Look what's right (be)for(e) you, It's the sparrows' shallow hops . down narrow aisles, They stop and go . unafraid and even if unrewarded . (it) do(es)n't stop them, Follow where they go and know what s(cr)een(s) can('t) be trusted.

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There but for now. here, The grace of unknowable gods goes. me a mere trace of what they can be, I don't know them or I can't. but I do, Know they're not. too mighty or merciful with their slightest. hands, Those invisible but not invincible hands. they used to grant me life.

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Aug 6, 2013

Aug 6, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC

There but for

There but for now. here, The grace of unknowable gods goes. me a mere trace of what they can be, I don't know them or I can't. but I do, Know they're not. too mighty or merciful with their slightest. hands, Those invisible but not invincible hands. they used to grant me life.

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The rain bowed, deep, and the sky spoke in strokes of cheap yellow about how its time is short, or shorter. It spoke about how. How's a tall order. It would sort the how out with the clouds who applauded. They're still applauding the rain.

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Jun 28, 2013

Jun 28, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC

the rain bowed

The rain bowed, deep, and the sky spoke in strokes of cheap yellow about how its time is short, or shorter. It spoke about how. How's a tall order. It would sort the how out with the clouds who applauded. They're still applauding the rain.

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It's not all pretty. this life. me. But what's not, can be. Pretty. It's not all sweetness, and light. this life. me. But what's not, what. stings. tangs. bites. What casts shadows, it can shed light. Or give sweetness. As unpretty as it is. An upturned bug, big. brown. hard. Its legs, twitching toward death and night. Sour, and ugly, and yet pretty in this fading light.

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Jun 25, 2013

Jun 25, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC

As pretty as death

It's not all pretty. this life. me. But what's not, can be. Pretty. It's not all sweetness, and light. this life. me. But what's not, what. stings. tangs. bites. What casts shadows, it can shed light. Or give sweetness. As unpretty as it is. An upturned bug, big. brown. hard. Its legs, twitching toward death and night. Sour, and ugly, and yet pretty in this fading light.

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said isn't told. said isn't telling. i've told the hours to slow. i've told minutes. i've told the moon to hold its blue in deeper. what's soon unheard is saying. i know, i said.

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Mar 29, 2013

Mar 29, 2013 at 8:46 AM UTC

said isn't told

said isn't told. said isn't telling. i've told the hours to slow. i've told minutes. i've told the moon to hold its blue in deeper. what's soon unheard is saying. i know, i said.

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i find, and i've found the seconds stay still, and they move faster as i count them. i've counted them slow and fast. i'll slow them down, and settle in the middle of them, slide in right between them. in their gaps, i was, and i am, a wish. i can, and i will, wish me there, and wish her, and him, and her again, all of us wishes. i wished us as those wishes spelled out in smiles. we're smiles meant to wrinkle, and increase with that wrinkling. we, as wishes creased the freckled, and the pale, the mahogany skin on bridges of noses. we are, we'll be those wishes written out in sparkling green, gray, blue, brown, black eyes. i have, and we have sparkled. we sparkle being them, whether those wishes come true, or whether or not i am and can be, and they're all now, the seconds, here with me.

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Mar 29, 2013

Mar 29, 2013 at 8:45 AM UTC

i am what can

i find, and i've found the seconds stay still, and they move faster as i count them. i've counted them slow and fast. i'll slow them down, and settle in the middle of them, slide in right between them. in their gaps, i was, and i am, a wish. i can, and i will, wish me there, and wish her, and him, and her again, all of us wishes. i wished us as those wishes spelled out in smiles. we're smiles meant to wrinkle, and increase with that wrinkling. we, as wishes creased the freckled, and the pale, the mahogany skin on bridges of noses. we are, we'll be those wishes written out in sparkling green, gray, blue, brown, black eyes. i have, and we have sparkled. we sparkle being them, whether those wishes come true, or whether or not i am and can be, and they're all now, the seconds, here with me.

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this dark-proud night doesn't fall, its partner light leaves. i did fall, falling into a night that was hidden. i fell, and i'm falling toward a too shy infallibility. the failing light is where sleep loves, but love can't sleep, not when there's night to break, and light's promise to keep.

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Mar 29, 2013

Mar 29, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC

falls, falling

this dark-proud night doesn't fall, its partner light leaves. i did fall, falling into a night that was hidden. i fell, and i'm falling toward a too shy infallibility. the failing light is where sleep loves, but love can't sleep, not when there's night to break, and light's promise to keep.

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When you weaned me from the waning moon, its milky cusps, winking welcome moods of starry surrender, I was lost to my reflection rearranged roughly on the window's pane. Don't take flight yet, you said, *first take the light's left hand and keep it from the misbehaving oak, its frightening reach.* *There are beehive-capped angels swinging there beneath, and they're angling to gather moony souls together in false hope. Their absent promise is absolute, and absolution.* *They'll utter their nothings, utterly sweet, if you let them, and lull you with their yellow tongues. Fly away with this light you now hold and risk the falling.*

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Mar 14, 2013

Mar 14, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC

In this time of rapture, moonbeams scatter

When you weaned me from the waning moon, its milky cusps, winking welcome moods of starry surrender, I was lost to my reflection rearranged roughly on the window's pane. Don't take flight yet, you said, *first take the light's left hand and keep it from the misbehaving oak, its frightening reach.* *There are beehive-capped angels swinging there beneath, and they're angling to gather moony souls together in false hope. Their absent promise is absolute, and absolution.* *They'll utter their nothings, utterly sweet, if you let them, and lull you with their yellow tongues. Fly away with this light you now hold and risk the falling.*

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A dozen starlings dozing in the evening sun doesn't dare the season's end. It dozen-n't, dare it, these dozing within warm pinks to dream up spring's spry bend.

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Mar 10, 2013

Mar 10, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC

dozen-n't

A dozen starlings dozing in the evening sun doesn't dare the season's end. It dozen-n't, dare it, these dozing within warm pinks to dream up spring's spry bend.

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