poetry thursday
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Love 5
5. Love is bitter and cold, with eyesof blue fire. He shoves me away with one arm; pulls me closewith the other. Leave me alone!he shouts, his lips caressing my ear. We court with our fists, then comforteach other with tears. When he leaves, he takes nothing. He dreams that I weep in his closet,… Continue reading
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Cool Cats & Poets
This is the end of Poetry Thursday; my last post with that button. But it’s the beginning of: No, I don’t know what this will be. They tell us: . . . we want to build a vibrant place for readers and writers of poetry to hang out, connect, share ideas, learn more about poetry… Continue reading
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Poets are Funny
This is the last week for Poetry Thursday, and I’ve no idea what will come next. Maybe these will cheer you up: Copyright Robert T. Balder Want the punchline? Click the image. Via Land Mammal. poetryfoundation.org has a page of poet poems; these are my favorites [click the image to go to the cartoon]: … Continue reading
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Love 4
4. I find Love in the kitchen.She is solid and wide. Her face is a secret, her hair is the sea. She enters a room and fills it. I want to drown. I want to know. Plush and deep and rich, she opens her arms, she opens her face. I sleepwith my hands on her… Continue reading
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Love 3
3. When Love comes againhe’s gentle and kind. He holds my hand. He brushes my hair. He stands outside the closed door, reading me poems.He speaks in parablesand metaphors. He holds my breasts when we sleep. When I leave, I go quietly.I take nothing. I dreamthat he weeps in my closet, smelling my clothes. … Continue reading
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