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| Friday, September 15, 2006 |
| I Swear I'll Never Do It Again |
Remember how this past Thursday I mentioned how Half Naked Thursday wasn't my thing and then I went on to post a picture for it?
Well, 9 times out of 10 any poetry posted on a blog is awful stuff. Robert Frost once said that writing freeverse is like playing tennis without a net. I don't read poetry blogs. I don't even write poetry...that I'll admit to. I'm not the 1 out of 10.
That being said. I'm going post a poem and I promise I'll never do it again. I've been going through boxes in preparation for the move and I found this:
A canopy made of all the places I've never been
Hangs above my head
Taut then slack
Adjusted by you.
Suurround here by my life and my things
Enveloped and comforted,
Cocooned and unfulfilled.
But you raise my chin
And direct my dreams.
The only way I keep hold of your hand
Is by running with you,
Through meadows
Fields of flowers,
Dark still lakes.
Passing through nakedness and euphoria
Feet flying, dreams ticking off behind us.
Joy trailing like the tail of a kite
Behind our dips and turns.
In your midst I beg for you to slow down
To look me in the eye,
To let exotic and erotic fade
And be with me in a moment
That has no deeper meaning or secret reason,
Only the feel of home. |
posted by LoRi~fLoWer
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