"I have nothing to give you, nothing to carry,
some words to make me less afraid, to say
you gave me this.
Memory insists with its sea voice,
muttering from its bone cave.
Memory wraps us
like the shell wraps the sea.
Nothing to carry,
some stones to fill our pockets,
to give weight to what we have."
"Even in a place you know intimately,
each night's darkness is different.
They aren't calling down to us.
We're nothing to them, unfortunates
in our heaviness.
We watch at the edge of words."
- quotes credit to: Anne Michaels (Canadian Author & Poet)
from the poems "Memoriam" and "Miner's Pond" respectively
some words to make me less afraid, to say
you gave me this.
Memory insists with its sea voice,
muttering from its bone cave.
Memory wraps us
like the shell wraps the sea.
Nothing to carry,
some stones to fill our pockets,
to give weight to what we have."
"Even in a place you know intimately,
each night's darkness is different.
They aren't calling down to us.
We're nothing to them, unfortunates
in our heaviness.
We watch at the edge of words."
- quotes credit to: Anne Michaels (Canadian Author & Poet)
from the poems "Memoriam" and "Miner's Pond" respectively
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Poems I'm focused on
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"Here on this ring of grass we have sat together, bound by the tremendous power of some inner compulsion. The trees wave, the clouds pass.
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I stratched Sandor's name in playground ashphalt
I wrote James's name in Wasaga Beach sand40 lines, 3 comments, August 3, 2009. In Life, Love. Personal
My Poetry
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he asked me if I was pregnant
the pstd-ridden family man
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The New Poetry Handbook Mark Strand 1 1 If a man understands a poem, he shall have troubles. 2 2 If a man lives with a poem, he shall die lonely. 3 3 If a man lives with two poems, he shall be unfaithful to one. 4 4 If a man conceives of a poem, he shall have one less child. 5 5 If a man coAugust 7, 2009, 400 words. → Make first comment?
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Turning Twenty-Three Anne Michaels From "The Weight of Oranges/Miner's Pond" 1 You turned twenty-two in the rain. We walked in rubber boots along Lowther, the shiny street as albumen under streetlamps. 2 At midnight, the sky suddenly clear we drove your jazz-filled car through cold, pungent streets toJune 5, 2009, 200 words. → Make first comment?
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The Weight of Oranges Anne Michaels From "The Weight of Oranges/Miner's Pond" 1 My cup's the same sand colour as bread, Rain's the colour of a building across the street, it's torn red dahlias and ruined a book propped on the sill. 2 Rain articulates the skins of everything, pink of bricks from the firJune 5, 2009, 600 words. → Make first comment?
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poets whisper on August 25, 2009love the avatar. It would make a great tag.
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Daniela Violin : a lost post by Jin-- on August 9, 2009JinSays on July 17
We are the music makers,
we are the dreamers of dreams
wandering by lone-sea breakers
and sitting by desolate streams;
world-losers and world-forsakers
on whom the pale moon gleams
We are the movers and shakers
of the world forever, it seems.
For each age is dream that is dying,
or one that or coming to birth
Arthur O'Shaughnessy
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coloringmysenses on August 5, 2009you're quirky - I like you. ^_^
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piccola on July 28, 2009your new bg looks terrific


