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    dots Submission Name: dusty shuttersdots

    Author: trinityfinger
    Elite Ratio:    3.53 - 136/344/209
    Words: 325
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    dotsdusty shuttersdots

    for those
    who have fire

    and a home away
    from endless lights

    somewhere in the coromandel
    where a lonesome dinghy
    provides that perfect shot.

    that rickety red car we owned
    struggled up those gravel slopes:
    wayward grip, loose laughter

    at the sixty foot drop

    i often spread my arms
    to call the lighthouse back
    into my sternum: cape reinga,
    dreaming sands,
    feisty currents shaking hands
    and rubbing noses.

    wish for anywhere
    but my room
    filled with chocolate fudge
    and last night's couscous.

    this house is old. my mood
    is tropical and skulking amongst the ferns.
    the cat next door deserves a spanking
    for ripping through our weekly rubbish.

    and i
    another piece of bric-a-brac
    in this shining mix
    of migrant
    and historic flux,
    of phonecalls and forgotten runs,
    believing this rain will stop
    through huddled books and strangers' smiles,
    but it's warmth all the same.

    pohutukawa, they'll bloom this christmas, as always.
    gashed amongst the rocks, roots of weaving castles
    tempting me away from here

    from faces which barely say hello. i could walk this street
    in my underwear screaming "release me to this wilderness"
    and not one would rush to tackle me.

    for those
    who care enough
    to jot each ocean down,
    each waterfall
    a silent train
    smiling over bridges,
    each a sentinel for that divide,
    that gap between
    each finger
    saluting the smoggy sky.

    i want fire. i want my skin to feel alive.
    i'll wash each vein and dream of flight.


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      Oh dear.

    I can understand why you moved on. Such a lovely masterpiece of a poem, and no comments.

    "I often spread my arms
    to call the lighthouse back
    into my sternum."


    "and i
    another piece of bric-a-brac
    in this migrant mix
    of migrant
    and historic flux..."

    My favorite parts, and they are exultant.

    I'm sorry you had to go. But I do understand why. I left but now I'm back, sort of, and for the same reasons, but man, I miss how this place used to be.
    | Posted on 2019-02-15 00:00:00 | by Soul-Hugger | [ Reply to This ]

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