Tag: poetry
member name: Dawn M
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June 02, 2007 01:32 PM EDT --
I often bite my nails
to bleeding, raw
waning moons.
I feel sorry for them
sometimes and then
I let them grow.
But they seem to remember
being bitten.
So soft and weak
bitter and brittle...
so I bite . . .
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August 27, 2009 10:22 AM EDT --
~Secret~
Nineteen years and one indiscretion later, she found herself splayed again, for probing hands— a dirty knife, a rusty speculum, a bloody sheet, a deadly fever— white roses meant . . .
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May 25, 2007 02:11 PM EDT --
I ate watermelon today
for dinner.
Standing on one bare foot,
the other tucked
behind my knee,
aware of myself as
I slid the knife into the flesh
to dig out the black seeds.
Seeing myself standing there . . .
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May 30, 2007 09:13 PM EDT --
A woman’s heart
is a secret garden
where she would do
anythingfor love
to shine for one moment
as pure, radiant light
wider than the ocean
and as deep.
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May 30, 2007 09:37 PM EDT --
In the jaws
of a crocodile
doing death rolls,
everything knotted low
in my belly,
like whorling snakes.
There are razor blades
just to feel something,
the image of a car
sailing off a bridge,
a cliff, . . .
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May 30, 2007 09:15 PM EDT --
Black fur and
white boots,
she is all
salient swish,
whiskers whetted to
fine-tuned frequencies.
Roguish rising arch,
a tail-up display
of tender pink flesh
as she begs
for your attention,
her . . .
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May 30, 2007 09:22 PM EDT --
I’ll love you sweet,
if you love me sweet back.
It’s a pretty dance on top—fizz-pop.
This veil covers other places.
Love’s bliss is a deeper blue.
Don’t stop in the fire warmth . . .
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May 30, 2007 09:03 PM EDT --
There are bars
around my heart,
but I dance the light realms
of the spectrum—
pinky, light blue, apricot, mauve,
while my heart’s blood
trickles red nearing black.
The rest is hidden, . . .
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May 30, 2007 09:18 PM EDT --
A man alone on a couch.
A woman’s womb empty
and gasping for air
in the bubbles passing by.
Mary at the cross.
My anguished intestines
curl and twist.
What else is there to do
but feel the pulse . . .
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May 30, 2007 09:20 PM EDT --
Deep longing,
yoni-low,
buzzing, pulsing.
Story wrap-around,
a mummy, encased.
I am wanting to
unwrap me.
Fire-breath over
golden ball of light
stuck
in my throat.
Shedding skin,
cold, shivering,
fever . . .
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May 30, 2007 09:30 PM EDT --
I walk the streets in Port-au-Prince,
lead weight in my heart,
meeting dull and lifeless eyes
that seem to say to me:
“Don’t look at me, you,
woman with the money,
who has taken
my life force. . . .
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May 30, 2007 09:35 PM EDT --
Been look
in for you everyw
Here (Hello…)
(god?)
Churches e
Special
ly (it’s me)
methodistbaptistcatholic
lutheranbuddhistunity
(are you t
Here?) I
have sung countless hymns
without knowing . . .
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May 25, 2007 01:06 PM EDT --
Fairy Tale Endings
I want the fairy tale,
so I keep kissing frogs,
but you don’t want an ugly duckling.
You say you want a swan
and rooms full of spun gold.
I do know your name,
but . . .
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May 25, 2007 01:10 PM EDT --
Dark love,
blood red haze
and sweltering sky.
I'm dying into
loving in this
endless heated
tumble.
No range of mountains
below me,
no rocky craggs
or sharp,
steady points,
no far, sky high mists
or . . .
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May 25, 2007 01:33 PM EDT --
A wild henna mass of tangled hair,
glowing, sweat-drenched moonround face,
honey thick and dripping down a waxy comb.
She had her goddess moments,
eating microphones and wailing,
layering boas, bracelets . . .
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May 25, 2007 01:38 PM EDT --
Her pelvis juts like wings,
as if she could fly.
Little sparrow
with a hummingbird heart.
I want to hold her
in my hands,
all flutter and cackle,
wrap solid flesh
around protruding bone
and calm her weary . . .
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May 25, 2007 01:41 PM EDT --
Saw Pete last week
Renting Die Hard in Blockbuster.
Smooth, boyish face,
Eyes glittering with pixie dust.
He was the same, as always.
When I asked after Tink,
He said she was as mischievous as ever.
I . . .
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May 25, 2007 01:45 PM EDT --
I’m his little secret.
Tender, ripe fruit
in an overgrown squash.
Bruised, pulpy flesh
under a bright, hard shell.
My face is a Halloween
mask of compliance,
all smiling teeth, round eyes
and glowing . . .
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May 25, 2007 01:47 PM EDT --
I can feel the howl
of your harp
calling me home,
slung low in my belly.
I wanna cradle your wail,
rock it in my arms,
a sweet sung baby,
pure angel cry.
Tease me, piper,
with that call—
I respond . . .
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May 25, 2007 02:08 PM EDT --
Coyote howl and
quickchange chameleon,
he is all and nothing
in mercury motion.
He is jack of no trade
with so much potential,
an unsprung mousetrap
perched on the stairs.
Content in his Eden,
where serpent . . .
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