Move quick
leap, slow like water,
arc skyblaze, I see the leap
you've made and I am afraid.
I float: miasma, groan claw dumb up stairway,
gristles at my throat.
Bloom like spine that arcs in cry, rip
joy from threads grown thin, thin, frail as your hair.
Your hair.
Babies reach free for a sky they can't see, I rip memory from wrinkle dead tree, pull hearts from the air, paint landscapes with shapes and with phrase.
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I haven't been on here in so long.
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great job
I'm glad to see you are back. I miss joking with you about the golden girls. You always made me laugh so hard. I hope you are well. This was a wonderful poem. You really painted an interesting, and moving picture here. Keep it up, and don't be a stranger!!
Jani
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wow, i am in awe. this poem is amazing. i loved the way you set everything out, i could almost picture the words. very well done. (:
~Mandy~
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