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(I feel compelled to insert a pre-poem call to pause.)
(This work is so short, I don't want you to miss it.)
(Breathe in.....and slowly, out...)
(Repeat, a few times.. and then? Ready?)
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Sometimes it is in
the Isn't
we make discoveries
that have been waiting
patiently to be
found
I carefully made a list of desires
I want this and that and this
Blessed Assurance, Gibran, Millay
(Naturally Mary of Oliver, Teresa of Avila)
I want this and that and this
If we can not express what we want
(Naturally Mary of Oliver, Teresa of Avila)
We can't expect the world to roll over
If we can not express what we want
Why do we try so hard to make it hard?
We can't expect the world to roll over
And give it to us, verbatim
Why do we try so hard to make it hard?
It is as easy as speaking up to those we love
And give it to us, verbatim
I carefully made a list of desires
Once again the folks at ReadWritePoem come through with great inspiration.
I see logic and beauty
merged in a way
that makes me want
to merge, too
I see language I do not
know yet I know it, somehow
which makes me wonder if
it somehow knows that
When I was a little girl
I was told red and pink clash
Never ever and I mean ever
wear red and pink together
So my first thought
is WRONG when I see red
and pink together and
isn't it ironic to note
when I first strung words
together I wrote "red and blue"
even though "red and pink"
were what was
Right here, in front of me
Screaming in their matched
mismatching much like I scream
in my own mismatching
I see logic and beauty
merged in a way
that makes me want
to merge, too
Photo is Passé / Futur by an untrained eye
This poem is borne from the prompting at http://www.readwritepoem.org.
The specific link may be found here.
Words I used from the donation:
mosaic post
fence guard
sublime slither
jetty gaze
excrete sediment
granular finish
Poem: Like it Like That
It is a maze
a mosaic of sorts
a granular, confused
black and white
television set
straining to become
color in the 70's
rabbit ears and
grainy sediment
wishing itself invisible
or is that me?
My breath tightens
in my chest as these
plans seem overbearing
and I wonder why I didn't
bother starting sooner
my guilt slithers into
its archaic hole whisking
and wishing and wondering
Why it can't be more sublime
More like the Dana Point Jetty,
More like the Life Guard at Tower 7
The one whose gaze finally made
me feel ironically ok that day
at Hole in the fence
Why can't this "Planning" stop
excreting scorching residue
onto my sensitive skin?
Doesn't It know I am a
Fly by the Seat of My Pants
Girl and frankly I
Like it
Like
That
Yes. That IS me.
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