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 Aug 2014 Alex Karmen
Jack
~

Upon these stones of emerald moss,
where nature brings her palette pure
in water colored mysteries
along winding ways of symphonic rushings,
I ponder silently~

Here I am sitting on this greenly rock,
With only the sound of water beneath my feet
My mind goes on a trail
Wondering where you are, how you are~
I fantasize having you around,
Swimming at the far end of this river with you
Having no cares, no worries
Just laughing away our heartaches
But then,
The sound of the gushing water brings me back~
Still,
Am lost in memories of you

While this pristine moment
breathes as the backdrop
of my dreams, whispering fern
laced with white foam desire
roots firmly in the beauty
that embraces my heart
with thoughts of love

of you~
This is a collaboration with my wonderful friend Cassie. She sent me a photo this morning and we wrote this based on that photo. Unfortunately you can not see it here...hopefully we have painted it with our words.
 Aug 2014 Alex Karmen
Louise



I chose Apple scented soap
for my trip to France

I was 12 ..

Even today
that beautiful aroma
takes me back there
and the room that I shared with friends

The breakfast room
with the huge windows,
bread and jam,
croissants
and trying to convince myself
that the tea wasn't that bad

I recall the boy that I had a crush on
from my class..
he was quiet, sweet
and very kind

Apple scented soap
reminds me of all of these things ..

and the 12 year old me.


I think I may have found my good memory of my mother while writing this.
She let me choose the soap and bought me a new pink and white towel for my trip.
It seems insignificant but it wasn't.

(I bargained with my parents by saying that I wouldn't go on any other trip for the 4 yrs I was at middle school so I could go on this trip.)
 Jun 2014 Alex Karmen
Louise
I tried to write a poem
one that wasn't about you
it's more difficult than I thought
you're like a permanent tattoo

I didn't want to include love
and the way you make me feel
or how my heart is pulled
by the words you make so real

Each and every one of them
touches a place so very deep
piercing the depths of me
even while I'm asleep

A poem without mention
of the lust I feel for you
penetrating my body
just at the thought of 'us two'

I failed at writing a poem
one that wasn't about you
never to rid you from my mind
you have all of me *consumed
 Jun 2014 Alex Karmen
Louise
I wrote a poem about you
that I didn't want to keep
so I wrote it by the ocean
in the sand beneath my feet

I sat there by it silently
listening to the waves
just watching the tide come in
at the end of this pensive day

As the sea gently rolled in
and washed away the words
salty tears began to fall
as the ocean took away the hurt

I will never share with you
the words written in the sand
I'll never kiss those lips I long to
or feel the gentle caress of your hands

I remain seated here alone
the poem just a memory in my mind
a pain still lingers within my heart
a mixture of loss and longing combined

One day I'll retrace the words again
in the glorious golden sand
maybe you'll see them this time
and just maybe you'll understand
This came from a conversation about my fear of being stranded without pen and paper.   It went a completely different way, but I followed my heart
: )
 May 2014 Alex Karmen
Jack
~

I have stood on aging avenues
watching walls crumble
while destiny’s debris
collects
at my feet

pieces of the past?

I have heard the laughter of babies
and the wail of the homeless,
opposites in a
straight line of
what is
and what might be

voices of the future?

I have stared into the portals of
left over meanings,
methodically
laid out to rest
on long tables
of bad intents

visions cast of shadows?

I have knelt before a dream,
clutching my chest
with indecision,
the pain
a reminder of my
fragile heart-
opened

memories of lost love?

I have cried
without a witness,
empty streams of
dense forgiveness,
requested of no one
and answered by the same

and nothing remains?
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