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Without you, I would not have had such sad poetry
and perhaps, that would have been the saddest thing of all. -
While real poets were pouring pale-skinned sonnets / over smooth paper, I was skinning my brown knees / on my mother’s prayers.by CarolDesjarlais 45 lines, 53 comments, on May 6 6:09 PM 2007
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After being beaten soundly,
sky puts clouds beyond backyard fence -
I have extracted words, like a magician pulls a ribbon
from the mouth of a blossom, like a hummingbird -
I wear only the armor of soft light
from an errant arch of blue -
by CarolDesjarlais 59 lines, 8 comments, on Jun 3 7:53 PM 2008
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I.
a mother, holding her feverish new baby -
I.
a few sips down the throat -
I. a man who sweeps snow off the porch
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I. a fog moving over an ocean spit,
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It shrinks, like snow after a winter of making love to a stone
like a raging fire madness doused by watered-down pharmaceuticals -
Why does “forgiveness” cling to me
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Ocean, coaxing return of bed and board,
like off-side lover following chatter and matter -
After initial whisperings,
she gets it; -
The making of a woman is not a mundane thing
no such a borrowed rib kerfuffle, -
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I am humbled to have discovered this list, my friend. You, who I admire so very much!
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Ah, Carol. I am afraid my list does you no justice. I have many more that I meant to go back and pull to this list but lost track of them. Several of your "that kind of..." poems will eventually be put here when I have time to read back through, but the others will be lost to me unless I happen upon them again. That's okay though, I know there will be many more fresh writes to fill the list!!!!!!!.
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