Sound travels in two directions.
The trees cannot listen.
They do not have ears.
Or we have not yet discovered that
they do.
I am relieved because we
sat beneath this tree,
dropped our leaves and
stood naked.
I took your hand into my mouth
and told you these things-
I.
Dark
is attracted to
corners.
Filled
by inch
as night grows.
Would I see you glow then?
Does the body make its own light?
II.
Winter never rises.
He sleeps and yet the robin calls spring
forward and I am
satisfied.
The seasons alter.
And I am
satisfied.
III.
Light moves cross country.
Ah light-
Vertical down the Mississippi.
2.
And the moon- she was a tiny, tiny, slice.
A silver sliver of a slice. Such
swaying moonlight stroked
our limbs and I wanted
just this-
Your hand on a shadow's rim.
Ah light.
My greatest failure would be to find myself
without you so
I stay long
hours sitting in
the sitting
room.
Ah light.
The lamp-light is bright
and it burns me.
3.
I am sentimental but severe.
Deciding decidedly-
The world is large.
4.
When will we write worth?
What will we write
it?
Will we wake and watch the water wet the window frame?
Will we stay and sleep beside it?
Meet water-
be-friend him and his miniature
eruptions.
5.
Our kitchen soaked in soap.
Curving
to the floor he
bends and leans backwards
for the blue broom
handle.
How did
my love come to
know this reverse
world?
He is precious and I wish to protect him.
But
I am in need now and
I am near so
nourish me and look
at all I have misplaced.
--girlunderglass ([link]), 'Ah Light'









--
"i dare say you haven't had much practice.
when i was your age, i always did it for half an hour a day.
why, sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
i believe that comment is what they call
orgasmic
<3
--
"i dare say you haven't had much practice.
when i was your age, i always did it for half an hour a day.
why, sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
(ES is still dead, btw. Found a lot of them lurking here)
--
poets are singers who haven't learnt to sing
musicians who haven't learned to play
they know not what it is we bring
think us priests who haven't learnt to pray.
--Azuire//lastfactor&c.
Yeah, I check ES daily still, but I only ever comment if something special catches my eye... which hasn't happened in awhile. Who all is on here?
I've long since left ES, unfortunately, I still poke my stalkees (is that a word?) on AIM, but haven't seen them in a while.
I've found a couple of obscure ES people here, conversation was restricted to "oh you're from ES? Hi." Changed usernames, mostly. I wonder how many more are hiding in the depths of dA.
--
poets are singers who haven't learnt to sing
musicians who haven't learned to play
they know not what it is we bring
think us priests who haven't learnt to pray.
--Azuire//lastfactor&c.
I bet a lot of them have DA accounts. This is one of the biggest gathering of artistically-minded people on the internet, after all.
I'd be willing to bet a lot of them are here if they're not on writerscafe or kingpoets.
--
poets are singers who haven't learnt to sing
musicians who haven't learned to play
they know not what it is we bring
think us priests who haven't learnt to pray.
--Azuire//lastfactor&c.
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