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 May 2016 D J Syngai
Christina L
My eyes set on him
and I could tell I was in love.
His eyes set on her
and I could tell he was in love too.
Smile in morning,
So easy with you.
Time adjourning,
Left nothing to do.

Go graceful woman,
As soft as the night,
I have my freedom,
But you have my time.

I refuse to leave you,
Even death couldn't rip me away.
For all my treasons,
I sit lonely today.

Smile in mourning,
Impossible with you.
Yet you ask it of me,
I know that you do.

Gone graceful woman,
So far from my side,
But i stand with you,
As day stands with night.

I refuse your leaving,
Even death couldn't rip me away.
I'll be at your shoulders,
And call forever today.

My graceful woman,
I rejected this lie.
I'll give up my freedom,
Give you back your time.

The only woman,
Death won't rip me away,
There is no decision.
They can't take you today.
music of a drizzle,
wet smell of earth

a sun scattered face,
some winter morning

moonlight walks
with me, at dusk

sleep glows in
a deep cave

I dwell on you...
The poem was first published in the Sep-Oct 2011 issue of Reading Hour Magazine. This is an edited, altered version of the poem.
your absence
a black board
a white chalk
that clashes
and chills

your absence
an interference
on the radio
a jarring noise
that covers the music

your absence
an interrupted signal
heart
brain
a flat line
You're part of the sea
You move with the waves
As birds move with the wind
There's a mermaid's tail
Where two legs were supposed to be
Instead of eating fish
You keep them for company
Your hands look like mine
Slender and smooth
But yours are efficient as fins
Half boy, half creature
But you fell in love with me

I've got sand between my toes
And I barely know how to swim
We can run in opposite ways
One towards land
The other towards water
And we'd never be able
To follow each other
You try to teach me
And I listen carefully
But there's only so much
A lion can learn from a deer
And so I drown as I tell you -
*You're part of the sea
I am but a human
And you are but a fish
Some things just aren't meant to be.
Because I read the book Teeth by Hannah Moskowitz and I'm feeling weak so I had to write about it.
Paint my heart as empty
all blue and black and grey

Around it perforate a circle
from beginning back to start

Paint it very gently
then quickly pull away

Tearing it out
without ripping it apart

Someday they'll surely place it
in the Gallery of Fools

Inside the Wailing Walls
out past the Hall of Shame

And when the people face it
they'll cherish their own hearts

As if anatomy has
anything to do with pain

©Jason Cole
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