kevin-lawrence-carlson - Hello Poetry

A robin flies past the window. Over the forgotten sunset lie shreds of memory-pictures. without a slight variation the ideas would fall. He sits in a room with no doors. Silently moving he informs you. When is a dream invisible? staying outside is easy enough to do. falling around, there is nothing else to say. She wears lipstick only in her dreams. without a slight variation she would perhaps be forgotten. Does this tell me why? Her sisters smile, nod knowingly, and then slowly vanish. Pretending, and moving slowly, will only make her colder. She sits in a room with no doors. Silently moving, the tear from her cheek touches the floor. there is nothing else to say.

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Nov 26, 2012

Nov 26, 2012 at 1:39 AM UTC

Adding to One

A robin flies past the window. Over the forgotten sunset lie shreds of memory-pictures. without a slight variation the ideas would fall. He sits in a room with no doors. Silently moving he informs you. When is a dream invisible? staying outside is easy enough to do. falling around, there is nothing else to say. She wears lipstick only in her dreams. without a slight variation she would perhaps be forgotten. Does this tell me why? Her sisters smile, nod knowingly, and then slowly vanish. Pretending, and moving slowly, will only make her colder. She sits in a room with no doors. Silently moving, the tear from her cheek touches the floor. there is nothing else to say.

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There is a dark quiet in the mind of horses that makes you wonder who's directing whom; Whose voices filter through a thousand clouds of exhaled breath, whose heavy imprint leaves a thousand telltale marks from here to the pasture, in a line not perfectly straight, but rather slightly curved, as might be the path of an explorer too accustomed to a stall's straight lines. There is a dark quiet in the mind of the rider as the observing of the creature and the riding of it become indistinguishable; Until the ten shifting directions of the creature's gait seem the natural style of locomotion, and the rolling, roaring sameness of factory wheels seem an abomination. There is a dark quiet in the mind of the passerby watching the pair as he leans against the white fence wondering aloud whether the rider can distinguish her favorite through observation alone.

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Nov 26, 2012

Nov 26, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC

Horses for Erin

There is a dark quiet in the mind of horses that makes you wonder who's directing whom; Whose voices filter through a thousand clouds of exhaled breath, whose heavy imprint leaves a thousand telltale marks from here to the pasture, in a line not perfectly straight, but rather slightly curved, as might be the path of an explorer too accustomed to a stall's straight lines. There is a dark quiet in the mind of the rider as the observing of the creature and the riding of it become indistinguishable; Until the ten shifting directions of the creature's gait seem the natural style of locomotion, and the rolling, roaring sameness of factory wheels seem an abomination. There is a dark quiet in the mind of the passerby watching the pair as he leans against the white fence wondering aloud whether the rider can distinguish her favorite through observation alone.

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Trees grow along invisible streams. I don't know if you love me or not - The message was too easy to see and the music was too slow. Your friends come to you with nothing and they leave you the same way. Your Father isn't learning to play a fast game. Only the sky knows the color blue. Will you still follow me when I look afraid? Only the strong are leaders, they say. Who can discover silence? I came from below the rainbow and watched you glow in the sky. The warmth within you became my outer-warmth. Your eyes are still sad in mine. I don't know why I wonder if you love me or not - You never stay in one place for very long. (I shouldn't take still pictures.) And only a smug philosopher can give you an easy explanation for a smile.

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Nov 26, 2012

Nov 26, 2012 at 1:32 AM UTC

There is no explanation

Trees grow along invisible streams. I don't know if you love me or not - The message was too easy to see and the music was too slow. Your friends come to you with nothing and they leave you the same way. Your Father isn't learning to play a fast game. Only the sky knows the color blue. Will you still follow me when I look afraid? Only the strong are leaders, they say. Who can discover silence? I came from below the rainbow and watched you glow in the sky. The warmth within you became my outer-warmth. Your eyes are still sad in mine. I don't know why I wonder if you love me or not - You never stay in one place for very long. (I shouldn't take still pictures.) And only a smug philosopher can give you an easy explanation for a smile.

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even the water standing on the asphalt is lonely.

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Feb 24, 2012

Feb 24, 2012 at 12:47 AM UTC

fragment

even the water standing on the asphalt is lonely.

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I watched the sun rise and fell asleep. I watched the sun set and became enlightened.

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Feb 24, 2012

Feb 24, 2012 at 12:44 AM UTC

Heliotrope

I watched the sun rise and fell asleep. I watched the sun set and became enlightened.

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The night air falls down, down Filling in the small crevices of the earth And hanging in the trees like gossamer threads Yearning to return the Earth's perfume To her source.

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Feb 23, 2012

Feb 23, 2012 at 11:59 PM UTC

Evening Walk

The night air falls down, down Filling in the small crevices of the earth And hanging in the trees like gossamer threads Yearning to return the Earth's perfume To her source.

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