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And they loved each other
Through quiet jokes
And
Jealous glances
when we finally land it looks nothing like the pictures
the clocks lag with your momentum and the air is set to 'thicker'
if we ever do float we'll find it's harder than envisioned
while we were watching dust and birds honing in on our ambitions
don't forget when you don't feel it
don't regret when you felt the pull
 Aug 2013 Sara Loving
E. B. White
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.
Every time I kiss you
After a long separation
I feel
I am putting a hurried love letter
In a red mailbox.
Your unique omelets
Fascinate me. Like your ***
Always exotic
 Jul 2013 Sara Loving
Erik Sorlie
it was a quarter past 11 when the silhouette of the
steam locomotive changed in its inertia, and i
was left standing in dense smoke attempting to connect
neurons to nerve impulses.  my train was leaving and i
was not aboard.

the sprinting algorithm of my prior steps had come
to allude me and I am left pondering as to where
these moments had gone. As overextension of one's
arm defies the boiler pumping steam, it's thermal
radiation forcing me to become The Contortionist.

with chills stepping up my spine, taking residue in each
vertebra before ascending, crashing and descending, as
contact with hand and train is made, and relaxation comes
with it.  i sense the gentle acceleration, as this safety net of relaxation
fades. my weakening muscles struggle to become satanists of physics

and momentum gained
is lost in equilibrium
 Jul 2013 Sara Loving
st64
white birds fly out
ur sweet mouth
as
hesitation straddles
a deadly no-go zone


1.
The silhouette of a small child sitting atop a stone ledge
Slowly picking the butterfly wings off his *perfect eyes


I will follow your sunken steps in the soft snow
Lead(ing) the way


Eagle flies lone over lime-hued cemetery


2.
Hope to find a more quiet place
not to think
to breathe
to be

(personne n'est esclave)


to let go
some day
...



S T, 24 July 2013
Beautiful pictures flit over and over….over and over…endless…..like a wonderful, old projector movie-reel…..fast becomes seeming slow-mo….

Contemplating the meaning of speed...I guess it's all relative.





Sub-entry: ‘ONLY YESTERDAY’ - Carpenters
                    
Songwriters: CARPENTER, Richard Lynn / BETTIS, John


After long enough of being alone
Everyone must face their share of loneliness
In my own time nobody knew
The pain I was goin' through
And waitin' was all my heart could do

Hope was all I had until you came
Maybe you can't see how much you mean to me
You were the dawn breaking the night
The promise of morning light
Filling the world surrounding me

When I hold you
(*) Baby, Baby
Feels like maybe things will be all right
Baby, Baby
Your love's made me
Free as a song singin' forever

(**) Only yesterday when I was sad
And I was lonely
You showed me the way to leave
The past and all its tears behind me

Tomorrow may be even brighter than today
Since I threw my sadness away
Only Yesterday

I have found my home here in your arms
Nowhere else on earth I'd really rather be
Life waits for us
Share it with me

The best is about to be
So much is left for us to see
When I hold you.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evETS8_WFGE
 Jul 2013 Sara Loving
st64
slowu n f u r l i n gof

                                                        p e t
- a l s

unbiddenflow
enough
****shoegazing
warmbeamsofg e n t l e energy

sunstrikes **** into heart of dying tree
wake up half-dead entrails of prior will
gazenomore . . . upon these bankrupt eyes


p e t a l s
fall
                                                                ­                      heavy
and
drape real easy
over&..

all around



u*





S T, 23 JulesVerne 2013
ooh la la la, let’s go dancing!




sub-district:  whipped

like never b4
flaywideopen
strip away crack’d veneer of emotions
cut deep welts of
                               p l e a s u r e
run freely
sap of well-sowed trees into happily grooved
half-footed measures
cos the rousing sea is a very w i d e ocean

wild hot liquid-gold
fall on leagues of neverness

her waters brook little futility
just fkn swimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

twice  . . . already!
01.* It gets easier
      to look back and think "he was
      a **** anyway"

02. Sun spots dance in drops,
      Mom sings over the vacuum.
      Don't nap for too long

03. I think this is my
      favorite time of the day.
      Lake twilight serene
I'm becoming sort of obsessed with putting my thoughts into haiku. But it helps me keep things short and sweet and forces me to get down to what I really want the poem to be all about.
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