Cordelia Lee: Favorites

Jul 2012 Cordelia Lee

Morgan Ella

obstinate ghosts in creaking rooms.

burgeoning in spaces of quiet provocation.

a staggering spin of sawdust choking down a bad wrap,

licking it's dry lips, seedy tongued.

sighing deeply////but not

giving in.

atrocities unforgiven.

your history housed

                                           in scars undeparting.                  .

Jul 2012 Cordelia Lee

In Tempore Senectutis

Jul 2012 Cordelia Lee

Ernest Dowson

In Tempore Senectutis

When I am old,
And sadly steal apart,
Into the dark and cold,
Friend of my heart!
Remember, if you can,
Not him who lingers, but that other man,
Who loved and sang, and had a beating heart, --
When I am old!

When I am old,
And all Love's ancient fire
Be tremulous and cold:
My soul's desire!
Remember, if you may,
Nothing of you and me but yesterday,
When heart on heart we bid the years conspire
To make us old.

When I am old,
And every star above
Be pitiless and cold:
My life's one love!
Forbid me not to go:
Remember nought of us but long ago,
And not at last, how love and pity strove
When I grew old!

Jul 2012 Cordelia Lee

Doors

Jul 2012 Cordelia Lee

Sharon Stewart

Doors

What is it about the art of closed doors?
And all the reasons I just can't let them
be.

Like a deft breeze of defiance
that colors me stubborn, stupid
is just beyond every one,
always threatening
to blow them back open in
gusts of stinging fall if
I stare too long,
wondering
what could have been.

Willing away change that I
cannot accept,
I run around reckless,
slamming wide open doors,
anything new, that beckons quietly,
like I slammed them in
my mother's knowing face
when I was 13.
Crying myself ignorant
into a round, bare room.

Jul 2012 Cordelia Lee

Untitled

Jul 2012 Cordelia Lee

Elisa Santacroce

Untitled

There is a part of the forest in which nobody goes
where butterflies tremble and Baneberry grows.
In this part of the forest where no mortals tread
the soil is rich with the flesh of the dead.

Jul 2012 Cordelia Lee

back

Jul 2012 Cordelia Lee

Alex Clinton

back

I keep coming back to you.
I try to write about other things.
but I get stuck on you. constantly.
I replay conversations and interpret glances and touches.
I want to write about your muscular hands and your heavy jaw.
And your tongue
but the words aren't good enough.
I want to write about you but I can't and I can't write anything
else.
Because I keep
coming back to you.

Jul 2012 Cordelia Lee

Arrows

Jul 2012 Cordelia Lee

kj foster

Arrows

If you told me I was on your mind,
I would have quickly fled.
Not doing so to be unkind,
But to be on your heart instead.

Jul 2012 Cordelia Lee

Leaves

Jul 2012 Cordelia Lee

Lisa Zaran

Leaves

I went looking for God
but I found you instead.
Bad luck or destiny,
you decide.

Buried in the muck,
the soot of the city,
sorrow for an appetite,
devil on your left shoulder,
angel on your right.

You, with your thorny rhythms
and tragic, midnight melodies.

My heart never tried
to commit suicide before.

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