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Breathe lightly on the world. Nowhere to go,
Nothing to do, and no one to convince.
Dawn can purple the Smokies without you.
How much, when you think about it, do we know?
One could pack all human experience
In a mountain's eyeblink. Walking now as new
(Very new) comers to this land, we're stel—"I see
Y'all there. Chicka-dee-dee-dee! Chicka-dee!"
Nothing to do, and no one to convince.
Dawn can purple the Smokies without you.
How much, when you think about it, do we know?
One could pack all human experience
In a mountain's eyeblink. Walking now as new
(Very new) comers to this land, we're stel—"I see
Y'all there. Chicka-dee-dee-dee! Chicka-dee!"
Literature
Your Problems are Music
No sorry soul
Should drink fire
Just because they’re sorry.
Don’t expect solutions,
But you can fill me
With your world, too.
This is a two-straw-one-cup arrangement
Where the bill splits even.
Besides, I’m curious.
Literature
indelible
it is 3 p.m. when hope visits me. his t-shirt is light, jeans ripped and frayed at the cuffs, feet bare against the scattered leaves on the ground. the sun hangs halfway in the sky, the breeze carrying the taste of cooler air— it is the kind of weather you fall in love in. when he sits beside me, i shiver. it’s been a while, i say, slipping off my shoes, toes digging into the dirt. thought you’d forgotten about me. his smile is beautiful in its sincerity, eyes blue in their wistfulness. he tells me he’s sorry he’s been gone so long, tells me how much he missed me, tells me— i didn’t realize how much you needed me til now. i trace the veins along his hand, absurdly envious of the blood that flows inside of him, of the fact that we will never be that close. he cups my chin, tilts his head as he reads my face— smirks when he understands my desire. if i could dream, he says, every dream would be about you. when he kisses me, his tongue tastes like summer. he is cotton-candy stained
Literature
bend
but listen, i will lasso seas for you dredge my heart from the bottom of my torso for you to toss back like bycatch and listen: i would make skin-teeth of myself if these nets came loose but you could never catch me again.
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Daily Poet Count: 82
Date: October 22th, 2016 (SBBR)
Form: Indriso
Inspiration: I honestly have no idea with this one. But I seem to remember that I was thinking about how small we are in the face of the cosmos.
Here are some articles that might help with aspects of the poem:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tar_Heel
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Sm…
Lastly: Enjoy!
Date: October 22th, 2016 (SBBR)
Form: Indriso
Inspiration: I honestly have no idea with this one. But I seem to remember that I was thinking about how small we are in the face of the cosmos.
Here are some articles that might help with aspects of the poem:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tar_Heel
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Sm…
Lastly: Enjoy!
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Oh my, I feel embarrassed I didn't get the chickadee-part at first! I thought for a moment there our brooding poet was accosted by a hillbilly of some kind!