more poetry #3

posting this stuff is like … going down ladders on a cliff wall. you just keep going and don’t look at anything but your knuckles.

and so here goes more.

please click “keep reading” or title above to read #3


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In a rocking chair in dark

Like a lake at night, a lake

Silent and still, but filled

With more, maybe more than day.

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Rub of living rolls through me

Light on water waves, in skin

Up from soles of touching feet

Split at legs, then rush back in

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Fireflies swarm my heart and gut

Little blinks concur for blaze,

Diverge through arm, neck, arm, and out

Like hungry stars ride expanding space

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Open windows carry hums

And charming clicks of tiny ones

Short lives!  Of which a fraction’s peace!

But listen!     Hear?     They never cease.

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2 responses to “more poetry #3

  1. I wish we had fireflies here but I don’t want them to have to travel so far.

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