sheila-craig - Hello Poetry

spring.... the camellia was in flower when....... when you...... on your last day....

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC

sheila-craig

anniversary

spring.... the camellia was in flower when....... when you...... on your last day....

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still mostly upright you and me creating our turbulence, creaking through every loaded barb, our branches whip and recoil scrape and crack bits fall off and we're up to our knees in our years in dead leaves and bark chips broken off our customary selves underneath the sap still runs builds itself up, takes a deep breath and puffs out its chest ready to burst out of its leaf buds

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC

sheila-craig

us old trees

still mostly upright you and me creating our turbulence, creaking through every loaded barb, our branches whip and recoil scrape and crack bits fall off and we're up to our knees in our years in dead leaves and bark chips broken off our customary selves underneath the sap still runs builds itself up, takes a deep breath and puffs out its chest ready to burst out of its leaf buds

15

the can hits the yellow bin, the recycling one drips roll down the side I don’t know you again though learning about your agenda - but only partly why there is one

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Feb 27, 2014

Feb 27, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC

sheila-craig

unknowing you

the can hits the yellow bin, the recycling one drips roll down the side I don’t know you again though learning about your agenda - but only partly why there is one

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tension wraps you - a sealed shell at low tide you wait for morning

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Feb 21, 2014

Feb 21, 2014 at 6:38 AM UTC

sheila-craig

waiting

tension wraps you - a sealed shell at low tide you wait for morning

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wine stains on the shelf a flash of irritation ended coverless on the couch separateness lingers into morning politeness papers over open wounds where repairs could have been made memory wire refuses to uncoil we'd overwound the pound-shop threads of our connection scraped each filament to fronds that could part at any moment but didn't we argue our differences, forget to celebrate our samenesses sensing barriers where none are

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Feb 21, 2014

Feb 21, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC

sheila-craig

threads

wine stains on the shelf a flash of irritation ended coverless on the couch separateness lingers into morning politeness papers over open wounds where repairs could have been made memory wire refuses to uncoil we'd overwound the pound-shop threads of our connection scraped each filament to fronds that could part at any moment but didn't we argue our differences, forget to celebrate our samenesses sensing barriers where none are

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searching through stars sky wrapped your surfaces converged emotions dark as spoons in a drawer wings distorted dart darkened through pines disturbed your face clenched you turn from the window lights flower on your face

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Feb 17, 2014

Feb 17, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC

sheila-craig

blue

searching through stars sky wrapped your surfaces converged emotions dark as spoons in a drawer wings distorted dart darkened through pines disturbed your face clenched you turn from the window lights flower on your face

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throughout the autumn gale the bottle on the sill reverberates flashing storms into the room minute blue sparks of our crackling encounter let fly ice blades to pierce deeply maim not **** harsh words flying as wet leaves torn away slap against the window the storm passing we asked why *yes, I know I said but you said what I meant was you've got it all wrong but I know you so well what gives you the right to assume you know how I feel all right SORRY as if you meant it and anyway what was all that about* reflections darkly subsiding taste remains raw resonance of anger in a dark pulse inside the blue glass bottle

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Feb 17, 2014

Feb 17, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC

sheila-craig

bottle

throughout the autumn gale the bottle on the sill reverberates flashing storms into the room minute blue sparks of our crackling encounter let fly ice blades to pierce deeply maim not **** harsh words flying as wet leaves torn away slap against the window the storm passing we asked why *yes, I know I said but you said what I meant was you've got it all wrong but I know you so well what gives you the right to assume you know how I feel all right SORRY as if you meant it and anyway what was all that about* reflections darkly subsiding taste remains raw resonance of anger in a dark pulse inside the blue glass bottle

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through flood washed pebbles you also drift acorn in a stream

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Feb 9, 2014

Feb 9, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC