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 Jun 2013 CH Gorrie
vircapio gale
dandelion seeds
too tight to fly--
frozen Spring lovers



stream breeze--
pollen ripples into sun,
brace of current bed



inflorescent burst--
                    hikers' boots beside a pool
                              on sun-baked rocks




green buds ***** the air--
in corymb echoes,
fuzz of leaves




water-sounds cascade--
moss-drops, trickles; dog-splash, falls;
gurgles under foot




the tones of waves
tiny on the smooth shore
lipping on






stem-length stars,
streaming rays of sun
and water's deep shade




gentle eddies over stone--
one world,
one world



froth twirl and tendril
under Spring brook shade--
so clear beneath





burl-sprouts misted bright,
cups of water,
forest thirst


                 waterfall gasp--
                                            the cold! the winter! now swim!
the first breaths


Spring Misogi--
pummeled muscles--
grin of mossy heart



your wet shirt against my chest
--hot love--
thunderous winter-melt


we sink laughing,
numb in Spring's fluids--
our voices drown


papaya lunch--
a tropic fruit
and i am home



sweaty backpack--
two beloved women hike,
my heart weightless


cliff-jumpers--
green from nostalgia,
i hit bottomless


cameras first,
avert canopy surprise--
Spring screen


black-backed iridesce--
warm beetle slips
in and out of scree



barefoot in the stream,
our hands and voices smooth--
ankle sprain



Spring paths--
a parent's visit
breathes new life

my womb-maker
from another life--
ageless comfort


her haiku eyes--
water shining sun green
bloom here again
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Inflorescence: a characteristic arrangement of flowers on a stem; a flower cluster. a flowering.
Misogi: Shinto purification ritual involving standing under a waterfall.
Corymb: a broad, flat-topped cluster of flowers in which the outer flower stalks are long and those toward the center progressively shorter.
 Jun 2013 CH Gorrie
vircapio gale
function here in waves,
playful rose of fractal dance between the ashen
i-am-nesses fused --
what else can say existence
like you   are like me?
that atoms mine are yours
coinciding kinds
in kind collide in braving symbols wide.
no interference holds amid the swing
from dark to light,
eternal constancy
of varied essence striking
joy on joy a smitten fullness-
breath of overcoming desperation's wrath
regrown particulates of god undead
of final unities no longer dark,
no longer merely one among






.
again, compelled by DM's engaging poetry,
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-sound-of-collapse/
i was lying on the street
with cracked ribs and cold feet
never thought i'd had it in me.
heights, never really my thing
but not as terrified as people think
it was a peculiar notion
to see if i could fly
like so many birds before me
but here
with this stinging sensation
coursing through every inch of my frame
i realized
quite quickly
that my wings had
been broken.
 Jun 2013 CH Gorrie
Raj Arumugam
all's hush and quiet
in the bathroom
and things start
to talk to one another

drip, drip, says the tap
brr, brr, says the window
hum, hum, says the pipe
tchk, tchk, says the shower


I've got the worst job round here,
whines the eloquent toothbrush

Oh, yeah? comes the reply
from the unassuming toilet roll
...so you think you've got the worst of life, do you?
my wife was pregnant with a silhouette.  it lost itself to her.  it left me out.  I began saying sensitive things around women about their bodies so one might trace me.  I said lord I thought my life would be sadder.  I bought an AK47 because it was the only gun I recognized.  I hung it on my neck.  my wife used her memory to pluck things from my hands.  food, mostly.  it helped me realize I was rarely using both hands for the same purpose.  my wife began going out at night.  said she did so to hate America.  when once I tried to join her on the front step I was informed how she missed me but not as much as I believed.  she threw bread crumbs into a shuddering bush and I had the feeling it wasn’t new for her.  yesterday, I sold the gun to an interested neighbor with a child to protect.  he told me my wife’s nightgown is rather sheer but that he’s more concerned with how she carries herself.  after hearing that, I don’t think anyone could’ve dragged me to him.
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