Poetry

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    Golden

    Gold is the summer Slowly oozing back. Gold Fine hairs on my arms Standing to attention When gold is hidden by cloud. Gold rings glint On searching fingers Neither promising Nor committing Symbol of stolen hedonism. Gold The glaze of…

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    In Vain

    You type My name Out in full Like I will be Impressed Flattered Compelled But instead I hear Your reedy Whining voice In my head Like a trumpet Of bad memory Like a gong Clattering In a gale My name…

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    Someone There

    Read my palm Look at the leaves Give me something In which to believe Beat the drum Clang the chimes Tell me I’m not Completely out of time Write out your prediction Swear it in blood Channel the spirit Of…

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    Crushing Consternation

    Galaxies Written on dusty palms Constellations Crushed under tired heels Words half heard Forgotten Thrown back Angry lashings Sea on stone Worn down by words Expectations Snapped and dangerous Wielded like swords To fight a horrible fight Wave after wave…

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    Ritual Cleaning

    Cold Crisp Clean Wrinkled Washed White Sheets without dreams Beaten out Churned Rinsed away Awaiting Warmth Tussled dream kicks Reluctant sleepy heads Late night conversation And kitten feet Sharon Paine August 2015

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    The secret

    You dropped your secret I picked it up I hid it in my mouth You turned You asked if I’d seen your secret I just shook my head The violence of the shake Make me swallow That seed of a…

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    Half asleep poet

    I really don’t mind That you’re hard to find It’s all quite true I love to search for you But would it be kind Would it be blind If I decided that today It’s my turn to run away Would…

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    Cactus

    Elbows on the table Jaw in my hands The dull ache Breaks my thoughts Someone Across the room Shifts uncomfortably Released from my gaze My out-of-my-mind gaze A dull ache thumps From my belly My heart I crack my jaw…

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    hey girl

    Hey girl With the sun in her eyes Leaves in her hair Laughter in her lungs Twirling under the arches Making waves that pulse With music and song Fingers trail over stone made warm Moss clings to cracks Water steals…