lucia-2 - Hello Poetry

Mercurial, or: the way your eyes look When the curtains are drawn and we are the only ones in the room Merc/your/ial, rather, more explains the way your eyes are hot jazz Do you choose what you see, baby blue? Do you run your fingers, like a comb, through each follicle, until you choose one To wrap your fingers around and call home? Mer/cure/ial, instead, I feel you in one, hot flash. Zip-snip and farewell to trousers, baby. The other men spoke soprano sax but My mind shifts its way towards you Because you are all blues and tourmaline and mercury-eyes, And whoever said the roaring 20s was anything other than this?

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Oct 22, 2013

Oct 22, 2013 at 5:40 AM UTC

lucia-2

Jazz Poem

Mercurial, or: the way your eyes look When the curtains are drawn and we are the only ones in the room Merc/your/ial, rather, more explains the way your eyes are hot jazz Do you choose what you see, baby blue? Do you run your fingers, like a comb, through each follicle, until you choose one To wrap your fingers around and call home? Mer/cure/ial, instead, I feel you in one, hot flash. Zip-snip and farewell to trousers, baby. The other men spoke soprano sax but My mind shifts its way towards you Because you are all blues and tourmaline and mercury-eyes, And whoever said the roaring 20s was anything other than this?

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The fleeting moment when Dusk conflates with the rising dawn And all that was ever loud Falls, to a million tiny pieces, at the feet of morning. Her still quiet Tears apart the knick-knack thoughts That you had displayed Like a dreamscape reflection, Spread like ashes on the windowsill. The wind breathes soft On the back of your neck and behind your ears Ghost kisses under the blanket of day.

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Oct 11, 2013

Oct 11, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC

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Falling Asleep by the Open Window

The fleeting moment when Dusk conflates with the rising dawn And all that was ever loud Falls, to a million tiny pieces, at the feet of morning. Her still quiet Tears apart the knick-knack thoughts That you had displayed Like a dreamscape reflection, Spread like ashes on the windowsill. The wind breathes soft On the back of your neck and behind your ears Ghost kisses under the blanket of day.

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Sharp tongued With a blow-torch soul The mountainside goes up in flames yearly To commemorate the birth That Mother Nature has found Branded in her memory as The Day That You Swept In. All heart and heat And indestructible spirit. A reminder in the form of a volcanic eruption Letting the world know that Hearts were made to be set on fire. And those afraid of the deep Need not walk in stride With those who dive ever-fearless, Only to rise like the sun, All eyes on you.

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Oct 8, 2013

Oct 8, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC

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Fire Starter

Sharp tongued With a blow-torch soul The mountainside goes up in flames yearly To commemorate the birth That Mother Nature has found Branded in her memory as The Day That You Swept In. All heart and heat And indestructible spirit. A reminder in the form of a volcanic eruption Letting the world know that Hearts were made to be set on fire. And those afraid of the deep Need not walk in stride With those who dive ever-fearless, Only to rise like the sun, All eyes on you.

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In the wind your wings do shake Spread wide against the sky I spread my fingertips far apart Trying to mimic the way you blossom When the sun is out I spread my arms out to touch the sea My eyelids are waves They lick the shore line Lashes full of sand, the dream-heavy kind Open and I see visions of the dahlias dancing Close and there is a swallowing darkness Flicks of light reminding me there is a World unknown on the other side Stop-motion Time-lapse I flashback to nights of poetry And it is sunrise again

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Sep 9, 2013

Sep 9, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC

lucia-2

Dancing Dahlia

In the wind your wings do shake Spread wide against the sky I spread my fingertips far apart Trying to mimic the way you blossom When the sun is out I spread my arms out to touch the sea My eyelids are waves They lick the shore line Lashes full of sand, the dream-heavy kind Open and I see visions of the dahlias dancing Close and there is a swallowing darkness Flicks of light reminding me there is a World unknown on the other side Stop-motion Time-lapse I flashback to nights of poetry And it is sunrise again

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The blisters ease once the dreams spill Silent moonlit dreams Secret tidal dreams Wild windowsill dreams Blazing miles from here With one foot there Licking and grazing and digesting Mountains and trees and wildflowers Into the sky Into ash Earth soul with the body of a cloud Shapeless today and tomorrow billowing Like smoke Into the silent realm The realm of eye-speak Talk of silence and infinity There is tomorrow here Just as yesterday eluded us there Where wind will feed the fire.

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Sep 6, 2013

Sep 6, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC

lucia-2

Fire Season

The blisters ease once the dreams spill Silent moonlit dreams Secret tidal dreams Wild windowsill dreams Blazing miles from here With one foot there Licking and grazing and digesting Mountains and trees and wildflowers Into the sky Into ash Earth soul with the body of a cloud Shapeless today and tomorrow billowing Like smoke Into the silent realm The realm of eye-speak Talk of silence and infinity There is tomorrow here Just as yesterday eluded us there Where wind will feed the fire.

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the memory of one citrus summer eve is now petrified wood buried deep, deeper, deeply in a hollow neither of us have seen or touched there is ash where the fire's lickings have tossed a thousand shadows and our story is piled a mile high like a tower of dark secrets deeply rooted equipped with claws and a rifle reality and fiction embedded in the soles of one another's weary traveler feet

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Sep 1, 2013

Sep 1, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC

lucia-2

after i read of the elm and its roots

the memory of one citrus summer eve is now petrified wood buried deep, deeper, deeply in a hollow neither of us have seen or touched there is ash where the fire's lickings have tossed a thousand shadows and our story is piled a mile high like a tower of dark secrets deeply rooted equipped with claws and a rifle reality and fiction embedded in the soles of one another's weary traveler feet

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Run rampant wild-stampede In mid-day breeze, summer heat wave swallowing me Sweaty-palmed And the head rush From being hung Upside-down Fingertips of the globe Around my ankles Strongest of grips Smoke billowing over the Fringe of mountain top Ranges of brown Burning in orange Seeing green untamed seas Behind my eyes buried deep In my sleep In the hole of the rattle-snake Venomous shedding of spring-born skin Flower-scaled back of the dragon Inside the fire-breather Black coffee drinker Frozen stare Night wearer Star-studded crown of moon-dust bearer

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Jul 26, 2013

Jul 26, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC

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Untitled

Run rampant wild-stampede In mid-day breeze, summer heat wave swallowing me Sweaty-palmed And the head rush From being hung Upside-down Fingertips of the globe Around my ankles Strongest of grips Smoke billowing over the Fringe of mountain top Ranges of brown Burning in orange Seeing green untamed seas Behind my eyes buried deep In my sleep In the hole of the rattle-snake Venomous shedding of spring-born skin Flower-scaled back of the dragon Inside the fire-breather Black coffee drinker Frozen stare Night wearer Star-studded crown of moon-dust bearer

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Lily-eyed and with a voice rendered Fresh amidst the sea-salt breeze I sink my teeth into words Devourer with a desire to breath life With the rejuvenation of the old pages Of tears and bone Bloodstream wild pulse. My soul in its nascent state My inkhorn Ally and protector, beloved My mind Womb to all things I must set ablaze In the moonlight.

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Jul 24, 2013

Jul 24, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC

lucia-2

Testament to the Shore in the North

Lily-eyed and with a voice rendered Fresh amidst the sea-salt breeze I sink my teeth into words Devourer with a desire to breath life With the rejuvenation of the old pages Of tears and bone Bloodstream wild pulse. My soul in its nascent state My inkhorn Ally and protector, beloved My mind Womb to all things I must set ablaze In the moonlight.

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