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Mood: The Usual
  
one thousand five hundred ninety nine


...Created 2010-03-21 18:33:09     [ View Past Journals ]

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sundress weather & small
children. still hear clop
when boots kick sway, bounce,
talk & the chatter of bones
conversing with the breeze.
only these enlightened wrists
could form new migratory patterns,
could fill a sparrow heart.
the things found in tree branches
are ancient, bravery gathered while
everything sleeps and breathes the dawn
in skimpy sunrises, stained with dreams of
redheads, bicycles, easy raindrops mixed
on open palms with wandering thoughts,
thoughts of wandering. it’s dusk now, dawn now.

magpies blossom behind eyes closed
long enough to settle. it’s careless,
as easily destroyed as sunrise. we hope to be
aware of what a heart is worth; the push of breath
and blood makes it clear. this is a long look ,
no passing glance on streets
whose ends have been known
and bled upon. backward makes it clear,
the feeling of pulses upon our fingertips.
| Posted on 2010-04-21 14:14:13 | by milovelocity - [ Reply to This ] -
  
only this rib caged, sparrow heart,
these enlightened wrists, ancient paths
for new migrations, would
refuse to go unnoticed. wandering
thoughts of becoming, together with
easy raindrops, mixed on open palms,
behind eyes closed long enough to
discover everything breathed
and bravery gathered.


everything else – just magpies alighting
to the place where home used to be –
a nest drawn down in storm. today
is warm again, or at least bright, though
i hoped for darker skies. glint of tinsel
in far off branch was always comforting,
blowing under the blue blue of alien skies.
now i have no beacon to guide me back, no anchor
keeping me still. i dreamt of your wrists.
that tender flesh, though you have such rough
palms, i brushed clean of worry. i felt your pulse.
i was so glad to find you actual.

aware of what a heart is worth,
amazed at how some settle, so carelessly.
easily destroyed at sunrise, after
dreams convinced and faded quick.
this is a long look and no passing
second glance on streets whose ends
have been known and bled upon. I am not
among them. I forget the names.
they choose anyone who finds anything noticeable.
they are still learning the song forward
when backward makes it clear,
what a heart is worth.
| Posted on 2010-03-31 22:55:32 | by milovelocity - [ Reply to This ] -
  
sundress weather & small
children. still hear clop
when boots kick sway, bounce,
talk & the chatter of bones
conversing with the breeze.
so much stained & skimpy, lacking
the things, still, to hollow
birds' bones. damage & wondering;
bicycles & redheads. there seemed
no use to prepare.
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