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Brightened sour strangers:
I'm unable to conquer this kingdom.
The light on the door
has given me a chance to believe you.
This feathery feeling
is a shower of defiance.
Silvery lights and commanders.
In anger, in anger
the sister is lost in a sovereign lampshade
calling out from the backseat.
Everywhere you put your hand
is a table under water.
This fable is needing you more and more.
You keep on saying
that it's only for a little while.
But you're gone before you even leave.
I know everything about this hacksaw and war.
The birds of the season are false with humility
and drunk on wine.
Maps. Maps. Maps.
And squandering the national treasures deep in your pockets
After one sip the glue will melt
You're just alone inside your singing cell.
But you say beyond the room
there is someone with a slow dance.
Watching rainbow shows and frolicking.
The years have become your right of passage
while you pin your title like a carnation over my heart.
Our arms were once around the same radio
both tired and easy and freezing.
But this is the battle:
we can't walk away now.
A Decade Ago
It’s crazy to think that you wrote this 10 years ago. It was always a great read and an amazing write.
You were and are such a talented poet Christine. It’s a shame for all the other people on here that you do not post/write more often.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
Im so lucky to be a part of
Im so lucky to be a part of this amazing poem. And oh, how differently we see the world now
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
I Too Feel Luck
to have located you with such a large readership, I am humbled by such art - encore - Lady A