"floodplain" poems
Imagine that
I could write a salve,
compose an ointment of verbal herbs to heal,
even mere protect the already-torn-so-easy mental flesh,
just to disguise/hide the multi-colored bruising our
fickle mistress-in-common provides when you are down so far
another bruise joining the cast like a floodplain subsuming one more feeding creek bed into the shapelessness of indistinguishability
imagine that
where atoms hide eternal between creation and destruction,
borrow brief the set exact you require to restore the taken years
from fathers/mothers/brothers/sisters,
children,
return that which went unused by the uninvited, unseemly human whim of war and lies for no gain
imagine that
the deep sinkhole of despair that ***** one in, years in the formation, appearing in instance, and worse does not drowns but leaves helpless, unable to climb out, and all our scratching digs us in deeper until we cannot be, seen or heard or just be
imagine that
a check comes in the mail, payable left open for filling-in,
in the amount of full restoration, with no additional fees of guilt needed for deposit and cashing/caching out: and you wake up
and the stony chest is breathing lungs free
imagine that
and I do; for I am the smoke of return and rest, sky inscribing,
knowing precise needs and the screams and the years unfair taken,
they are screened through the five perceptions, and the word weaver
sets the loom for each peculiar requisition, no imagination needed
imagine that
you lament and anger demand verifiable proofs mathematical,
cursing the knights of false hopes with untethered regret
I do not imagine that; hear it and accept; my task, imagine that, making you imagine that, thus commencement of repair begins
when
we imagine that
for this how new healthy cells are born
quiet-now, go, imagine-that, now*
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
Hafiz
(1320 ~ 1389)
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The tide of my love
Has risen so high let me flood over
You.
Close your eyes for a moment
And maybe all your fears and fantasies
Will end.
If that happened
God would become an infant in your
Arms
And then you
Would have to nurse all
Creation!
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L.F.P.
(20th - 21st century)
the floodplain of my love
has spread so wide encompassing all of
You.
Opened your eyes forever
And every prayer and wish uttered see
true realized.
Since this is inevitable
God, our parent, will have raised us well,
each ever cherished.
And then you and I
obligated to write His song, name it
Hallelujah!
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 5:08 PM UTC
my body is a pond
pondering body of
*
a pastime of skipping stones
rippling raphes
limping lips
collapsing clavicles
*
pop a lilac on my iliac crest.
*
how many hops can you make before sinking in my ****
how many stones can I take before drinking from your stash?
*
[Stone skipping (or stone skimming) is the art of throwing a flat stone across water in such a way (usually Sidearm) that it bounces off the surface, preferably many times. The objective of the game is to see how many times a stone can bounce before sinking.]
*
my wellspring is a floodplain floodplain floodplain floodpain.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC
I have this hot pink heart with lace taped to the edges,
and these deep, deep truths that I suspect might be lies;
I have this system for secrets and, though softly imperfect,
I do have a pair of magnificent thighs.
I have this floodplain soul that's a place for the thirsty
and ***** but sometimes it's still not enough.
I cradle my faults like things that need saving, and
sometimes I burn with shame just like with love.
I have this leaf in my hair that I picked up while walking;
it was pretty, that early, still covered in frost.
It's not much, what I have, but it's more than I came with.
I'm counting my blessings since you counted your loss.
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 1:48 PM UTC
when the sky saw your eyes i thought it was a floodplain, but you lifted up my chin and had an anerism. the sky came in folds.
once you said it, i knew it was chance;
and the torrent would climb up the bridge
to the rug in my stomach
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC