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 May 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
If you want the sea
You should follow the Rivers
Want the sky
Sail through the nimbus
It might be raining so hard
But you shouldn't move reverse
If you want to see the Heavens
You got to trust your Jesus
It doesn't matter what you call Him
As Long as you believe
The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,
Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.

And then you came with those red mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the world's tears,
And all the trouble of her laboring ships,
And all the trouble of her myriad years.

And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves,
Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry.
 May 2015
Rainey Birthwright
There was a rose I saw once bloomed,
Cuddled in stone yard garden, set free,
To fire in midsummer fields maid loom,
On the village path that ends by the sea.

The wind dances with you in the sun

O rose of happiness and of sorrows,
My heart is in bloom as you are true,
I love a boy so grand and unknowing
And I have no words, or song, or tune.

My heart sings with you in the sun

Little wee flower, who danced me away,
My dear companion, for a soul set free,
Nestled within walls of stone on parade,
Till one morn gone on a walk to the sea.

*Winds and my heart break in the sun
 May 2015
Rainey Birthwright
I skip my steps
when off to school,
In circles of lads
I hear only you.

at the dance hall
I could not breathe,
you with another
and softy I plead,

will you not notice
my hair so dressed
won't you allow me,
bright end to unrest

each sun, the rain,
each morn the lark

each day blind eyes,
each cry drops night

because of black hair
the crow will nae fly,
white shells your skin,
white bird of my eyes.

so far beyond banks,
my heart out to sea,
will you not notice,
my cry, dear laddie?
 May 2015
gee
termites crawl in my stomach; you
are my disarray, o soft and golden -

take the curves of my feet, the
freckle on my lip, and

hang me on your wall, you
compel my speechlessness.

i'll keep guessing, guessing
and unguessing.

i am up all night over this.
 May 2015
Rainey Birthwright
One day, I will come to know
How clouds only smoke
And never flame, I will light
As sun climbs into the earth,
Know that water is blood,
Alive as it streams to the sea.

One day, my heart will calm,
Only flutter now and again
As do the butterflies in gardens,
I will know the sweeping moon
As my friend, jolly, bearded
In curly stars, winking at me.
 May 2015
Rainey Birthwright
I once wished to end together,
I wanted you so close and dear,
I wanted you like bees in heather,
How curious, strange to end familiars.

We grew in fondness, each landed eye,
O seasons turned through sun and chill,
Grew up together, teased and pried,
In the village schoolyards upon a hill.

And lately I have come to love you,
Greatly I have felt youths quickening,
Wishing for us to start as lovers true,
But playgrounds promise no beginnings.
 May 2015
Rainey Birthwright
Walking by the shores at night,
Rain splinters the sky,
The sea is slipping,
Out of breaths,
The stars are crying
Watering salty eyes,
My heart aches for what is gone,
Love is a madly tender tear,
I find some comfort hear, tonight,
Lost with trailing moon.
 May 2015
Rainey Birthwright
Catcalls, tangled up hair,
Red cheeks, tears and ayes,
Rumpled dress, jokes so wry,
A neckless of polished shells,
Restless night, anxiety, tickles,
Fright, moonlit promises, garlands
Of wildflower, stolen kisses, a palm
Full of down from the thistle, laughs,
Larks, dried roses in a basket, a frog,
A crow feather, my uncaught breaths,
Being chased on the shores, tight hugs
In rain, held hands by the quays, hopes,
Rushes, joys and warmth of tomorrows
To come, some worries, awfully happys,
Winsome things sure fair, without strings,
Powerfully gifted, now, all things naught,
Of this I am sure, my dear unfaithful boy,
Your ginger lassie, she wanted more.
 May 2015
Rainey Birthwright
Her hair is long and dull, ashen,
Mine, wavy and fairly on fire, red,
Her eyes are blue and mine green,
What can be said?  You once uttered
I was too much, I ask you, what does
That mean?  Too much for lucky hand,
Too much for gladness, days without
End?  She makes you smile in crowds,
Did I not split your sides into laughters,
When we set out alone?  Did I not sing
For you by the ocean under the stars?
I am so troubled for wanting you plain,
Each night is endless, all dream refrain,
You with your liveliness for me to tame,
How can I continue, without such fame?
You once thought me fair, I breathe still
Here, unspoken for, looking to a boy
I once knew as kindly and dear, true,
A man of his word, and not some rover,
I hope that she will see strengths in you
And pray you end on what is truly want,
I shall sing for you, but not be a waiting.
 May 2015
Tupelo
She is a library,
I say this because it is hard
to compare her to anything else,
Inside her walls lies story after story,
Knowledge that is wise far beyond her years,
She is a beauty,
one that will belong to no one but her own,
Sometimes she will lend me parts of herself,
Books I will treat as such,
which if anything is not my own,
I will hold her spine dear,
Careful not to damage the pages
Drink her words, let them sit in the pit of stomach,
She will call back for the borrowed parts
These temporary treasures,
I will carry close to my chest
And cherish every word
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