norm-milliken - Hello Poetry

shore slips tangent once each turn and life pivots on blade’s pull from age’s widened spiral we watch to find another oar uncertain how to circle back to land

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Oct 19, 2012

Oct 19, 2012 at 6:26 AM UTC

rowing with one oar

shore slips tangent once each turn and life pivots on blade’s pull from age’s widened spiral we watch to find another oar uncertain how to circle back to land

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Fibonacci Series their bodies, more suggestion than shape, stretch then swell, trailing slime on sidewalks, an eternity of space to cross from grass to grass. one, then another and another undefine themselves, wet antennae testing air and sun, shells slung on backs. calcium calculations curling ever inward.

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Nov 28, 2011

Nov 28, 2011 at 6:03 PM UTC

Fibonacci Series

Fibonacci Series their bodies, more suggestion than shape, stretch then swell, trailing slime on sidewalks, an eternity of space to cross from grass to grass. one, then another and another undefine themselves, wet antennae testing air and sun, shells slung on backs. calcium calculations curling ever inward.

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old age arrives old age arrives in a plain, brown box, prepaid and taped against intrusion. loosely packed, it rattles in the handling, invites curiosity and with no return address suggests opening.

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Aug 19, 2010

Aug 19, 2010 at 6:33 AM UTC

old age arrives

old age arrives old age arrives in a plain, brown box, prepaid and taped against intrusion. loosely packed, it rattles in the handling, invites curiosity and with no return address suggests opening.

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(trying to write away this heat) squirrel solstice squirrels curled in maple nests are promises built of acorns and seeds. bunched in sleep, they await the snow that comes after night fall. whisker twitching twenty feet up, squirrel dreams occupy trees. in monochrome season those gray and black bundles brush snow from limbs and punctuate the sky.

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Aug 16, 2010

Aug 16, 2010 at 3:20 PM UTC

squirrel solstice

(trying to write away this heat) squirrel solstice squirrels curled in maple nests are promises built of acorns and seeds. bunched in sleep, they await the snow that comes after night fall. whisker twitching twenty feet up, squirrel dreams occupy trees. in monochrome season those gray and black bundles brush snow from limbs and punctuate the sky.

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a dream of fantastic horses there were red horses. white horses and spotted horses. horses so black they shimmered crow-like in the morning. pouring across the plains of sleep, thunder horses, lightning horses, horses swimming in floods, dying in deserts. horses wading withers deep in snow. knife-hooved, prarie-eyed, mountain-thighed memory horses, lathered up unsaddled, strung out like ribbons in the wind.

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Aug 16, 2010

Aug 16, 2010 at 3:16 PM UTC

a dream of fantastic horses

a dream of fantastic horses there were red horses. white horses and spotted horses. horses so black they shimmered crow-like in the morning. pouring across the plains of sleep, thunder horses, lightning horses, horses swimming in floods, dying in deserts. horses wading withers deep in snow. knife-hooved, prarie-eyed, mountain-thighed memory horses, lathered up unsaddled, strung out like ribbons in the wind.

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gun squad we were death wandering the hills. pieces of puzzles out of time and place. we were worlds lost beyond sound and sense, stumblings on ridge lines looking for something to **** we were empty-eyed birds of prey, locked to earth under the weight of packs and guns and ammunition, trying to find wings that would fly us home.

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Jul 23, 2010

Jul 23, 2010 at 7:02 AM UTC

gun squad

gun squad we were death wandering the hills. pieces of puzzles out of time and place. we were worlds lost beyond sound and sense, stumblings on ridge lines looking for something to **** we were empty-eyed birds of prey, locked to earth under the weight of packs and guns and ammunition, trying to find wings that would fly us home.

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Fibonacci Sequence (after a photograph of snails) their bodies, more suggestion than shape, stretch then swell, trailing slime on sidewalks, an eternity of space to cross from grass to grass. one, then another and another undefine themselves, wet antennae testing air and sun, shells slung on backs. calcium calculations curling ever inward.

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Apr 28, 2010

Apr 28, 2010 at 5:17 PM UTC

Fibonacci Sequence

Fibonacci Sequence (after a photograph of snails) their bodies, more suggestion than shape, stretch then swell, trailing slime on sidewalks, an eternity of space to cross from grass to grass. one, then another and another undefine themselves, wet antennae testing air and sun, shells slung on backs. calcium calculations curling ever inward.

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Christmas 1968 the whole hospital hurt. my bed hugged a corner and the ward ached away from me. endlessly away. I remember Nurse Merz, who saved my leg, and Fender, who lost his. mine was a small world. we had clean sheets. no one wanted to **** us at night. it was Christmas. after rounds, the medics brought us shots of whiskey in dosage cups. far away to the south, the hills were swallowing people up. I almost slept without dreaming. (106th. Army Evacuation Hospital Kishine Barracks Yokohama, Japan)

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Feb 2, 2010

Feb 2, 2010 at 10:29 AM UTC

Christmas 1968

Christmas 1968 the whole hospital hurt. my bed hugged a corner and the ward ached away from me. endlessly away. I remember Nurse Merz, who saved my leg, and Fender, who lost his. mine was a small world. we had clean sheets. no one wanted to **** us at night. it was Christmas. after rounds, the medics brought us shots of whiskey in dosage cups. far away to the south, the hills were swallowing people up. I almost slept without dreaming. (106th. Army Evacuation Hospital Kishine Barracks Yokohama, Japan)

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memory sleeps beneath time’s blanket, closes its eyes, and disappears in dream. life is leveled, edges beveled smooth and regular. days pass. thirty-seven years later a helicopter is shot down in Afghanistan. men are lost and fear chokes me again, high above hills and jungle, taking fire from below, a Chinook just like theirs, frantic to fly away.

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Jan 29, 2010

Jan 29, 2010 at 6:34 AM UTC

CH-47 Chinook crashes in rescue attempt, sixteen die.

memory sleeps beneath time’s blanket, closes its eyes, and disappears in dream. life is leveled, edges beveled smooth and regular. days pass. thirty-seven years later a helicopter is shot down in Afghanistan. men are lost and fear chokes me again, high above hills and jungle, taking fire from below, a Chinook just like theirs, frantic to fly away.

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1. a woman’s laughter unravels any plan. 2. a woman naked in the dark cannot be explained. 3. a woman’s hands possess magic 4. a woman ********** moves like water over stones. 5. a woman with her eyes closed changes a man. 6. a woman with her eyes open changes a man. 7. in the winter a woman’s hair is softer than snow. 8. a woman in flowered pajamas doesn’t need words.

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Jan 29, 2010

Jan 29, 2010 at 6:02 AM UTC

eight things I know about women

1. a woman’s laughter unravels any plan. 2. a woman naked in the dark cannot be explained. 3. a woman’s hands possess magic 4. a woman ********** moves like water over stones. 5. a woman with her eyes closed changes a man. 6. a woman with her eyes open changes a man. 7. in the winter a woman’s hair is softer than snow. 8. a woman in flowered pajamas doesn’t need words.

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