your voice crashes
over me like waves
it roars and collapses
and recedes leaves me
parched, thirsty.
it pulls with the tides
it glistens in the moonlight
a rip tide it pulls me out
further and further.
[circa the “zen” journal 2005]
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your voice (glistens)
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taking a break
hi all… i’m taking a break! will be back on Monday refreshed and renewed, and hopefully more creative.
take a look at older posts… i think with over 200 poems, you’ll have plenty to read 🙂 bye!
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recurring dream (lonely farm house)
at the stop sign
look left
to corn fields
drenched white from
spilt milk of the moon
and tip tops of
sweet corn rolling
row upon row, past
one farm house
lonely but for
three canopy trees
and that long driveway
cutting
a twisted brown scar — i am
only gazing,
gazing,
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secret games of children
we discovered
the game “d” —
one patch of crab grass
and one special phrase
–to the next world!but don’t tell those
younger ones
waiting on the porch–
it is so secret
you have to whisper.
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coming home from the beach (impossible)
i left the ocean
crashing pulling, so
oblivious, and i
dragged my wreck of
salt and hair and
said goodbye to the
grains and shells
the jellies,
surfers skaters punk kids
drunks,
drove out thinking, one
child builds a fortress and
guards it with her life
while the other runs
with knowledge that high
tides will always win…
left driving
with “flashback weather classic rock”
and tried to set in motion:
the impossible comes to life.
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entropy explains the war
the 2nd law
of thermodynamics
explains the war.
more later…oh, this night is
exasperation.
random phrases that may
be worth regurgitation
a night of constant
changing mind,the light switch
on and off again
descending into chaos
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bass player at The Horse You Came In On
Angelo playing inside
these filthy walls since ’90
no longer plays to the walls
but is the walls
is the smokeyceiling
theneonlights thehanging
plants
the thuddrumthuddrum
thuddrum comeon !all us hangingvines
pour the cobblestones
drink seasons moldy classics
become bassline players like Angelo
slowly slowly over time, thuddrum
thuddrum comeon !
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plants prefer classical music
the Gerber and I
share a drink
and a secret glance–the plant sighs! stretches
leaves towards now
darkened streets earlier
bathed in light,
stretches roots to
the mazurkas of Chopinrolling piano like so many
other late nights
dives in the creases
of my eyes
and the thin membranes
of leaves.
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drawing a blank
white walls frame
a white window sill:outside colors
a shade of their
former selvesi
ampenciled in
by white walls
white page,
TV blank with white noise,
cursor
blinking
wanting
waiting
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unattainable
“i wish i had met you first”
words that tumble
head over heels
backwards
in a tragic accident
that lands with a thud,
a sloppy mess…and a hand reaching
two far inches from
the soft skin of my cheek.
Poetry by JC Snyder 