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Little wing, your feathers
alter, like I am apiece--
twist-limbed and back-bruised,
your words are a wound
and I cannot remember,
after all these years,
what it is you seek,
so tell me again.
You are six shades of sadness,
you are the singe on skin,
but what they didn't tell me
is there are many endings.
It's time to let it go.
Tonight,
you mustn't forget that poetry
is like a tribute to denial--
it is abrupt when it comes.
alter, like I am apiece--
twist-limbed and back-bruised,
your words are a wound
and I cannot remember,
after all these years,
what it is you seek,
so tell me again.
You are six shades of sadness,
you are the singe on skin,
but what they didn't tell me
is there are many endings.
It's time to let it go.
Tonight,
you mustn't forget that poetry
is like a tribute to denial--
it is abrupt when it comes.
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sunshine shaking
morse code upon collarbones and
sun-bleached smiles. she
wasn't ready. she wasn't ready.
he had open arms like
the song about the london bridge;
chlorine baptized him a new
man. innocent, innocent,
what did you see
when you kissed her? the
pearls upon the waves, the
silence upon the shore. was it
quiet enough to hear
the break? thunderous blue, the
chasms of her eyes.
I was
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.
i'll measure my life
in coffee grounds, in summer
freckles and you
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with love
i.
sleepwalking with stars
like bulletwounds, tonight
is for wandering and
loving people I’ve never met.
I have a hole in my heart for
the boy on my bus who balances
the world on his chin as he sleeps.
I’m drawn to a sunshine girl leaking
beams every time she opens her
mouth to smile. and still, I follow
a boy who walks across clouds;
I want to ask him to send me up
like a balloon.
ii.
ways I need to be loved:
a hand heavy on my hip to remind me
gravity is more than an ideal, a
soft kiss to bring me back from
other galaxies, a calm whisper
when I’ve run out of words
but the silence is too
much,
iii.
I’m severe
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This is a first-line poem for bloodawni, who won it from me for participating in DailyLitRecognition's Scavenger Hunt. She requested I piece together a poem using the first lines of stuff in her gallery. If you haven't checked out her gallery yet, you should definitely do so now!
June 6th, 2014
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i am so glad i got to read this potent piece of art.