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Aug 2015 Diane

nivek

dancing along your tongue
under your breath
names of lovers hide

those you side glanced
winked an eye at
chased around streets

young so very young
to be in love
lovers scrawled in chalk

a handful of magic
the poems you wrote
in secret, secret, love

Aug 2015 Diane

suffused

Aug 2015 Diane

Nat Lipstadt

suffused

~~~

it as if I am blinded
by the perfection
of the moment

all sensors singly loaded,
yet interacting,
in a buckshot of common cause

my eyes suffused
by sun scattering rays uncovering a day's birth placenta gleaming
amidst the glaring shadows of the refuse of nature's yesterday's
discarded leavings

my eyes reversed,
unsuffused
as it they were a gift,
waiting all this time,
forgoing-opening until
just this moment

my ears suffused
by soft sounds and
swirling ripples of calm waters,
the wind teasing, saying,
move like me, but just so, barely,
the real sounds of the quietude heard
as if for the first time

my tongue tastes you,
wrested from my mind's eye, you are given,
in the everything, skin creme of lapping waves, in the everywhere,
uncovered from within the sun's own departing shadow

my smell
is the smell of life,
nostrils flaring expanding with no limit
to take it all in,
completing, unifying,
a puzzle that never was,
that is now forever solved

my hands fuse
the tingling of life given from wet dewy grass,
shiny and reflecting,
the roughness of the bark,
a natural protective coating,
combining soft caresses and confirming
the necessity of both

perfectly still
I sit amidst
the perfect stillness,
all movement unnecessary,
all my senses reach out and return as one,
bringing me presents of knowledge,
more than suffused, I too,
am trite but true,
dearest god, can it be true,
rebirthed, renewed

this ordinary day
is now extraordinary
solitary figure staring gaze steady,
a perfection ******,
impatient for the
suffusion fix
of this day, and the morrow

~~~

**August 6, 2015
Shelter Island

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1296049/the-last-thing-on-earth/

~~~

a passerby, common exclamation,
to which no workmanlike thought
ever sufficient given...

the idea of it though burns,
throat choking noises fill the brain,
all course unexpected through hot bloodless veins,
more a questioning proclamation,
a shoutout to my unknowing,
not a declaration of certain positivity,
a positive certitude of only
which questions
bear asking...

what is the last on earth that:

*I wish to kiss,
forgive and forget,
curse, demanding it soon-to-be-follow-on demise,
what image desired to happy scar my retina's retention,
the taste that will always bud
but n'ere bloom for a thousand millenniums uncountable
which poem mine will I clutch as I am laid-me-down,
the one that will read over and over again
always in grace and with tears of only sad joy,
always satisfying...

what flower will last burnish my declining senses,
which friend, will I two-handed grasp,
saying for you,
should have been so much more...

which sea, waters, needs be my final resting place,
will I will it salty or sweet, me to keep,
what face to savor~gaze for all eternity,
whose forehead to graze goodbye,
what future to pray for my descendants,
and all those that gather to bury me...

whose breast to hopeless last clutch,
as if they could deny, stay my sentence...
or I,
theirs...

whose heart to keep close as my last companion,
from whom to beg, remember be as I remember you,
faithful and true,
whose light will I require,
whose light will I provide,
when it is the last thing I contemplate...

whose touch, whose skin will I best remember,
will be the last one, or the first,
what question will I need answering,
what solutions will I at last,
be able to provide...*

so much more to muse upon,
as I gaze upon this poem's sad refrain,
and in desperation contemplate,
what will be my last thought embraced
when I leave this commissary,
that purveys so many answers...

indeed, answers aplenty, like shiny new pennies,
all begging to be found sufficient,
many claiming audacious necessity,
but I know better than that,
the answers will provide themselves
when marked finally
"due immediately..."
~~~

July 28 ~ August 8, 2015
Shelter Island

Aug 2015 Diane

Siren's Echo

Aug 2015 Diane

Liam

Siren's Echo

reverberating down endless fjords
  louder than an aching heartbeat
an alluring cardio-tinnitus
  ringing at the wavelength of life

clouds appear oblivious to such calls
  forever bordering sea and sky
albeit restlessly on the move
  concealing their turbulence within

myself bound to superficial drifting
  keel scraping along jagged depths
aimlessly navigating the narrows
  deaf to the serenade of reason

Aug 2015 Diane

sun poisoning

Aug 2015 Diane

Poetoftheway

sun poisoning

so it is.

the things you love, you worship,
quiet-like burn you,
returning your favor
with fever.

was innocent, naive.

didn't know the sun could
blister hearts,
you babe,
were my sun,
centric universed.

your hurt,
gift packaged,
disguised as warmth,
went
way way past dumbfounded
surficial flesh.

doc pronounces.

time will heal you,
begging for magic pills
shamelessly.

surgery, I need surgery,
blood transfusion,
excise this poison,
**** it out.

nope, dope,
use your pretty words,
like aloe,
to salve and soothe,
stay away from the
sun of love.

from each poisoning,
traces accumulates,
blisters burst,
love becomes
untreatable, untenable

the danger is not realizing
that in eight minutes,
she, sun goddess,
can travel 93 million light year miles,
leaving you gasping,
eight plodding human years later.

only seven years but I wake up sometimes hating her like it is still a hell, real...

Aug 2015 Diane

every breath is smooth

Aug 2015 Diane

nivek

every breath is smooth

Its the wild spaces
-wilderness
Where love calls

Her lovers fulfilled.

This is today and today
this is who we are
every breath is smooth

Each exhale into the sea
the sea who calls
Back to a time of forgetting

Is a time of love
love we thought was gone
and only just beginning

Aug 2015 Diane

Magpie Trying to Crow

Aug 2015 Diane

SG Holter

Magpie Trying to Crow

He's smaller than the others;
***** his wings harder to
Hold his weight.

I sit on my girlfriend's balcony
With a Sunday sunrise beer at
8am

And listen to him flexing
His vocal cords.
I smile at the

Immature imitations of barks
And sparrows. No, dude.
That's not Magpie.

Try again. He tries again.
Never before was black and
White so colourful.

Aug 2015 Diane

the beat of love

Aug 2015 Diane

nivek

the beat of love

been a witness to love
so I know it exists

just got to find it
in my own heart

each beat is a love song
waiting to be heard

so I put on my headphones
and re-discover love

Aug 2015 Diane

intelligence of life

Aug 2015 Diane

nivek

intelligence of life

the intelligence of the Universe
allows self awareness reside
inside the fragile human heart
all life on Earth is made to thrive
the whole eco system gives birth
and in death nourishes new life

Aug 2015 Diane

grasping over

Aug 2015 Diane

Akemi

grasping over

This vacant warmth
I ******* hate it

I think I lapsed and missed my own funeral
Shrugged and felt my head roll off
But did nothing

Because what’s the point, anyway?
What’s the ******* point?

3:52am, August 10th 2015

I can't escape this feeling
that I have lost something irreplaceable,
and without name.

I keep reaching out and grasping space.

Was it stolen, lost, or never here?
Has age merely revealed this gap, or deepened it?

There was never anything here.
There was never anything here.
There was never anything here.
There was never anythinghere.
there was never anythighere
therwas neveranythign here
therrwasneveranygthniever
therawasnevrabtghere
therwanevthnigeher
therneveher

#anxiety #loss #ache #existence #emptiness #discomfort