tracy-malloy - Hello Poetry

It is inevitable if we are determined to take chances with our heart that we find it shattered some mornings Only when we must bend to fetch the shards do we again wish that we had been safer more cautious But then when I think about life without such love... I smile that Mona Lisa smile I know myself better than that Some people brave mountains or the stars I dare to love crazy and wild

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Dec 3, 2014

Dec 3, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC

Crazy love

It is inevitable if we are determined to take chances with our heart that we find it shattered some mornings Only when we must bend to fetch the shards do we again wish that we had been safer more cautious But then when I think about life without such love... I smile that Mona Lisa smile I know myself better than that Some people brave mountains or the stars I dare to love crazy and wild

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dear lights Passing on, passing on... wonder what tune they whistle now what sort of beauty they structure and spin there, beyond this worry and woe wonder what wonder they felt before reaching out for their new-cast burdens of joy and joined in the Unity! Unity! and Praise! leaving weeping shadows behind... did they? cast one last glance over their shoulders of pity and understanding as we bend to resume our urgent tasks of love hoping to earn the key to That door.

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Mar 1, 2014

Mar 1, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC

That Door

dear lights Passing on, passing on... wonder what tune they whistle now what sort of beauty they structure and spin there, beyond this worry and woe wonder what wonder they felt before reaching out for their new-cast burdens of joy and joined in the Unity! Unity! and Praise! leaving weeping shadows behind... did they? cast one last glance over their shoulders of pity and understanding as we bend to resume our urgent tasks of love hoping to earn the key to That door.

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These words just sit here While you struggle to breathe... I am strangled by my need to reach you With the pure water

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Sep 9, 2012

Sep 9, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC

I don't know

These words just sit here While you struggle to breathe... I am strangled by my need to reach you With the pure water

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It occurs to me, finally, that I loved you because your loneliness dark and foetid is a perfect match for mine How busy we make our lives So full and practical but we stood two children on the edge of a swamp warm and slimy reeking of decay and held each other's hand for a moment.

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Nov 16, 2010

Nov 16, 2010 at 9:25 PM UTC

In comprehensible

It occurs to me, finally, that I loved you because your loneliness dark and foetid is a perfect match for mine How busy we make our lives So full and practical but we stood two children on the edge of a swamp warm and slimy reeking of decay and held each other's hand for a moment.

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loving and of course doomed you can see it in every word and line how we know even in loving we are doomed to die in heartbreak and loss daily deaths that leave us gasping the searing lungs the wrenching heart the heaven-seeking eye the bitter gut protesting at continuing this life without... without... without love startling awake to the sound of our name no... but... no

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Nov 16, 2010

Nov 16, 2010 at 9:17 PM UTC

Always doomed

loving and of course doomed you can see it in every word and line how we know even in loving we are doomed to die in heartbreak and loss daily deaths that leave us gasping the searing lungs the wrenching heart the heaven-seeking eye the bitter gut protesting at continuing this life without... without... without love startling awake to the sound of our name no... but... no

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Hello you Yesterday I had an epiphany about what you do You have spoken about the hero-status of the uniform And the depravity beneath it However However The work, the career of rescue and disaster relief, whether from heaven or hell Is heroic I have saved lives Battling uteri that would send the mother out the same door through which the infant just came Wading through the sea of clotted blood To find the flaccid muscle to hold death at bay Have pumped hearts that lie quivering Slapped and pumped infants with the fixed dilated pupil And no matter the role we play in that No matter How tired it kills us And how we find rejuvenation It is heroic work Even when we cannot bear the role any more I have been recuperating from that job since you have known me And I want to say I had forgotten the price. And that you continue to pay the price of hero-work The real price

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Aug 4, 2010

Aug 4, 2010 at 7:00 PM UTC

No matter

Hello you Yesterday I had an epiphany about what you do You have spoken about the hero-status of the uniform And the depravity beneath it However However The work, the career of rescue and disaster relief, whether from heaven or hell Is heroic I have saved lives Battling uteri that would send the mother out the same door through which the infant just came Wading through the sea of clotted blood To find the flaccid muscle to hold death at bay Have pumped hearts that lie quivering Slapped and pumped infants with the fixed dilated pupil And no matter the role we play in that No matter How tired it kills us And how we find rejuvenation It is heroic work Even when we cannot bear the role any more I have been recuperating from that job since you have known me And I want to say I had forgotten the price. And that you continue to pay the price of hero-work The real price

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these dreams these counterfeit dreams even these I mourn, having traded them for mine my own in my journey toward loneliness with you now how I rummage in the backs of kitchen drawers fumbling for the originals

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Jul 27, 2010

Jul 27, 2010 at 5:38 AM UTC

Looking back

these dreams these counterfeit dreams even these I mourn, having traded them for mine my own in my journey toward loneliness with you now how I rummage in the backs of kitchen drawers fumbling for the originals

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There is an endless field of flowers a sky untrammeled above sweet gasps of warmth lifting my hair to the sun a tickle of coolnness beneath the quiet space where I wait

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Apr 24, 2010

Apr 24, 2010 at 9:17 AM UTC

Waiting

There is an endless field of flowers a sky untrammeled above sweet gasps of warmth lifting my hair to the sun a tickle of coolnness beneath the quiet space where I wait

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I was there when a doctor had to tell a couple that their baby was dead. He was very gentle. He took the ultrasound and put it on the woman's belly, because the baby was still in there. And showed the husband and his wife their baby's heart. That it ws not beating. It was so quiet. The room was so quiet. And then the husband said, it isn't beating. And the doctor said, No. And the mother said, what can we do. And the tears just silently going down my neck. And the father asked, can we start it again? And the doctor said, I'm sorry. And the wife said, Oh, Honey... Our little baby... And he said I know.

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Apr 23, 2010

Apr 23, 2010 at 10:31 PM UTC

I was there

I was there when a doctor had to tell a couple that their baby was dead. He was very gentle. He took the ultrasound and put it on the woman's belly, because the baby was still in there. And showed the husband and his wife their baby's heart. That it ws not beating. It was so quiet. The room was so quiet. And then the husband said, it isn't beating. And the doctor said, No. And the mother said, what can we do. And the tears just silently going down my neck. And the father asked, can we start it again? And the doctor said, I'm sorry. And the wife said, Oh, Honey... Our little baby... And he said I know.

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Here is a cup with tea and smiles. Here is a meal, hot and fresh. Here are my hands with skills to help. Here are my eyes with truth to see. Here is my heart with love for love for love for reaching out to you.

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Apr 17, 2010

Apr 17, 2010 at 7:56 PM UTC

For my Friends

Here is a cup with tea and smiles. Here is a meal, hot and fresh. Here are my hands with skills to help. Here are my eyes with truth to see. Here is my heart with love for love for love for reaching out to you.

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