"segmenting" poems - Hello Poetry

This smile that makes your day... This undaunted smile that seem to say. Show me yours too so we both could play, On a plane where everything is fine... Everything's okay... This smile that reaches out to you... With nothing but invisible arms. Caresses your eyes and draws you in. Entices you with the sweetest charms. Whispers you tales of a brightly lit future; Where we're trapped in dance with each other... Supporting... Leading... Lifting and, Seducing one another... Let the music ring clear,. Over the thumping of our heartbeats... Aggressively segmenting, framing the dance into seconds that would elapse. Like two duelists entranced into committing tender jousts and retreats. But know that... This smile screams only lies. For it is but a routine mask. So well worn and adequately rehearsed... You'd never see the need to ask. Instead you'd just allow yourself be taken, To a place where the tide gently beats... Upon the shore our two ailing hearts. A place where earth and sky would meet. When in fact, It hides the turmoil and agitation. Guarding the storm that brews incessantly. Continuously threatening To breach this shared sanctity with me. A haven would've then be erected. That very instant we allowed... This dance of smiles From time of first contact to the time we bowed. This smile... Only took a second To paint a peaceful picture upon my face. Free from the pressures building behind my pursed lips. Just take this smile so that in that second, We could get lost in the promise of a heavenly place...

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Mar 9, 2015

Mar 9, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC

ryn

This Smile

This smile that makes your day... This undaunted smile that seem to say. Show me yours too so we both could play, On a plane where everything is fine... Everything's okay... This smile that reaches out to you... With nothing but invisible arms. Caresses your eyes and draws you in. Entices you with the sweetest charms. Whispers you tales of a brightly lit future; Where we're trapped in dance with each other... Supporting... Leading... Lifting and, Seducing one another... Let the music ring clear,. Over the thumping of our heartbeats... Aggressively segmenting, framing the dance into seconds that would elapse. Like two duelists entranced into committing tender jousts and retreats. But know that... This smile screams only lies. For it is but a routine mask. So well worn and adequately rehearsed... You'd never see the need to ask. Instead you'd just allow yourself be taken, To a place where the tide gently beats... Upon the shore our two ailing hearts. A place where earth and sky would meet. When in fact, It hides the turmoil and agitation. Guarding the storm that brews incessantly. Continuously threatening To breach this shared sanctity with me. A haven would've then be erected. That very instant we allowed... This dance of smiles From time of first contact to the time we bowed. This smile... Only took a second To paint a peaceful picture upon my face. Free from the pressures building behind my pursed lips. Just take this smile so that in that second, We could get lost in the promise of a heavenly place...

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A new day with immediate choices Time segmenting and expecting mapping a day fine tuning with polish becoming the map? a shadow lengthens Rewinding the day silence and light breathing Light a map unfolds a shadow fades.

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Mar 7, 2012

Mar 7, 2012 at 1:29 PM UTC

charlesc

Healing

A new day with immediate choices Time segmenting and expecting mapping a day fine tuning with polish becoming the map? a shadow lengthens Rewinding the day silence and light breathing Light a map unfolds a shadow fades.

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Before, I couldn’t see you I would write about your eyes Your smile Your hair All cliche, all flat I couldn’t write How I tried Now I see you... I see a green mantis I see your freckled patina in that photo with the perfect light I see you engaging the waiter in conversation I see your long limbs loosely crossed Cradling your herbal tea and segmenting your orange I see you The soft nape of your neck is in my dreams I see you swimming ahead in the river, I see your joy in that, and remember me needing to turn back I see us crouched on the railway sleeper, The last of the sun crossing us While the washing up waits The beer dries on our lips We sit looking back at your home I see the young and sexless person you told me about Your nose in a book on the family holiday I see the flicker of self-doubt the slow rising tear that doesn’t spill over being all things, mother, worker, friend, lover I see all the things you are not that I projected onto you Now I see you

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May 6, 2021

May 6, 2021 at 5:05 PM UTC

TomDoubty

Lou

Before, I couldn’t see you I would write about your eyes Your smile Your hair All cliche, all flat I couldn’t write How I tried Now I see you... I see a green mantis I see your freckled patina in that photo with the perfect light I see you engaging the waiter in conversation I see your long limbs loosely crossed Cradling your herbal tea and segmenting your orange I see you The soft nape of your neck is in my dreams I see you swimming ahead in the river, I see your joy in that, and remember me needing to turn back I see us crouched on the railway sleeper, The last of the sun crossing us While the washing up waits The beer dries on our lips We sit looking back at your home I see the young and sexless person you told me about Your nose in a book on the family holiday I see the flicker of self-doubt the slow rising tear that doesn’t spill over being all things, mother, worker, friend, lover I see all the things you are not that I projected onto you Now I see you

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open a book and the words shoot off the page, each letter a photon bouncing off an orchestrated universe, illuminating a world that wasn’t there seconds before. i am in a chair, and then – riding a tram through 1930s Berlin, black-and-white photos turned into black-and-white words turned into black-and-white as ends to a color spectrum filling in sights and sounds and scents. and then – sitting at a dinner table in 1890s Ireland, witnessing an alcohol-infused christmas dinner go up in flames, petty remarks and self-righteous politics the tinder and faces like embers, pulsing with heat, breath stoking the fire and then – soaring in a flying car, london below, the thames a serpentine ‘s’ winding through the city, bridges segmenting it into a divided snake that calls on ben franklin; buildings sprawling every which way, swarming with lives. and then – i am in a chair. the clock’s hands are on its hips at four and seven, scolding me. my legs are staticky and unresponsive, on strike at having circulation severed. the book is shut but the words live within me. a picture is worth a thousand words, but a reader lives a thousand lives.

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Aug 10, 2017

Aug 10, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC

ayesha_roleyes

books

open a book and the words shoot off the page, each letter a photon bouncing off an orchestrated universe, illuminating a world that wasn’t there seconds before. i am in a chair, and then – riding a tram through 1930s Berlin, black-and-white photos turned into black-and-white words turned into black-and-white as ends to a color spectrum filling in sights and sounds and scents. and then – sitting at a dinner table in 1890s Ireland, witnessing an alcohol-infused christmas dinner go up in flames, petty remarks and self-righteous politics the tinder and faces like embers, pulsing with heat, breath stoking the fire and then – soaring in a flying car, london below, the thames a serpentine ‘s’ winding through the city, bridges segmenting it into a divided snake that calls on ben franklin; buildings sprawling every which way, swarming with lives. and then – i am in a chair. the clock’s hands are on its hips at four and seven, scolding me. my legs are staticky and unresponsive, on strike at having circulation severed. the book is shut but the words live within me. a picture is worth a thousand words, but a reader lives a thousand lives.

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