"commutation" poems - Hello Poetry

<!> inspired by a conversation with Maira Kalman strap on a name, adopt a persona, let my fingers do the talking, place the instrumental sharp point tip upon the blankety blank paper, maestro baton raised, coordinating, the first sound, the vocal chords trembling, the first thought, the ultrasound image, entrance of a first violin, coalescing into, into the initializing single primary phonation, the stinging geometry of chance at last, throwing down the gauntlet, glove slapping, and the tendons tense, the mouth opens, release and indentation, a letter's curvature, a black and white downward stroking, a sign is televised, revealed and released a one way only sign time bends knee, gravity suspended, terror morphs to expelling rapid firefights of imagery needy for spacing, even pauses mid-word leave just this: where is the in in intimate? are you the in in inmate, or the jailor at the gate? you swear never again until committing once more, a sentence commutation, by committing a first sentence, and the greater toll taken and paid for, and the in in in-nate, questions your sanity happily <•> 9/17/17 10:55pm

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Jan 12, 2018

Jan 12, 2018 at 3:47 PM UTC

left-foot

When I Sit Down to Write

<!> inspired by a conversation with Maira Kalman strap on a name, adopt a persona, let my fingers do the talking, place the instrumental sharp point tip upon the blankety blank paper, maestro baton raised, coordinating, the first sound, the vocal chords trembling, the first thought, the ultrasound image, entrance of a first violin, coalescing into, into the initializing single primary phonation, the stinging geometry of chance at last, throwing down the gauntlet, glove slapping, and the tendons tense, the mouth opens, release and indentation, a letter's curvature, a black and white downward stroking, a sign is televised, revealed and released a one way only sign time bends knee, gravity suspended, terror morphs to expelling rapid firefights of imagery needy for spacing, even pauses mid-word leave just this: where is the in in intimate? are you the in in inmate, or the jailor at the gate? you swear never again until committing once more, a sentence commutation, by committing a first sentence, and the greater toll taken and paid for, and the in in in-nate, questions your sanity happily <•> 9/17/17 10:55pm

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*The unexpected snow, disruptive, in ways more burdensome, than mere fender benders and swapping travelogue commutation miseries ah, the tv reporters regale with snow tales, human fails, but where do you hear of the children burnt once by fire then again, now, again! burnt by snow. here, hear, listen here technology moves forward, grafting new shells of skin on burnt children, but tonite you're cozy thinking of your valentine's heart, not of the little ones, whose hearts are unprotected, by what we take so for granted beneath our protective gloves and coats, scarfs and boots, our prophylactic human skin, theirs, fire ravaged, now re-hazardous, by southern snows burning these children hurt, unexpectedly, cannot play in the snow that came so unexpectedly, lest it burn them worse* "in the children's burn unit, postponed all surgeries except 'emergency'. Two days of outpatient clinic patients forced to reschedule,. That then, postpones their surgeries, second step grafting, etc. Our vents ran smoothly I heard via the generators, unlike last outage. We had to ambulance each individual patient. I dread going in tomorrow but small comfort, it will be warmer than my cold home." Life first, poetry second

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Feb 15, 2014

Feb 15, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Snow Burn

*The unexpected snow, disruptive, in ways more burdensome, than mere fender benders and swapping travelogue commutation miseries ah, the tv reporters regale with snow tales, human fails, but where do you hear of the children burnt once by fire then again, now, again! burnt by snow. here, hear, listen here technology moves forward, grafting new shells of skin on burnt children, but tonite you're cozy thinking of your valentine's heart, not of the little ones, whose hearts are unprotected, by what we take so for granted beneath our protective gloves and coats, scarfs and boots, our prophylactic human skin, theirs, fire ravaged, now re-hazardous, by southern snows burning these children hurt, unexpectedly, cannot play in the snow that came so unexpectedly, lest it burn them worse* "in the children's burn unit, postponed all surgeries except 'emergency'. Two days of outpatient clinic patients forced to reschedule,. That then, postpones their surgeries, second step grafting, etc. Our vents ran smoothly I heard via the generators, unlike last outage. We had to ambulance each individual patient. I dread going in tomorrow but small comfort, it will be warmer than my cold home." Life first, poetry second

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Hey Karma I thought we had some thing special Sharing more than Just languages Then commutation Stopped I check your profile And you are Nothing more than Male ***** A concubine To others I love you unbearably Though I hate you unbearably.

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Dec 16, 2018

Dec 16, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC

Toxicyeti

Make consort.

Hey Karma I thought we had some thing special Sharing more than Just languages Then commutation Stopped I check your profile And you are Nothing more than Male ***** A concubine To others I love you unbearably Though I hate you unbearably.

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