Tag: Poetry
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In search of a famous body piercer
We went to Atlanta in search of Isabella Though we knew her impossible to recognize Friends in the Bible Belt Withdraw at the mention of her name Or else cluelessly Name daughters after her Complete with ponytails and pink ribbons You and I look at each other and snicker Yes, we know we are childish. We…
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Arguing with a lover
And it was during those times when they went at it like two boxers before a fight calling out threats from across the ring she knew why they called it a thin line as passion swelled underneath tears wasn’t long before he swelled underneath her fighting gives way to frolicking her hand underneath his – brief as lines are…
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The moment after all goes dark
Never did the street lights seem so far apart as they did when she would run between them fast on the first set, slow on the second that perfect moment between day and night It is impossible to cling to both sides but if she selects one, she admits the other is not right. So…
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Take the chance, she says
It has been said that if any kind of change is needed one should burn an orange candle for seven nights. Explosive red wants to charge in with hot demands But your walls are orange offer thoughtful control the sun’s warmth encourages exploration balance between red’s fire and yellow’s caution Lady Luck gives us a…
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Poetry assignments
I have a minor in Creative Writing from Winthrop University. Between that and my mass communication (print journalism) degree, when I was in college, I was constantly writing. After college, I got a job as an editor/designer, and I stopped writing. For a long time. I longed to get it back, and eventually I started…
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When we’re drunk, we’re invincible
One more round at the bar on the beach A final stop on the way out of town Or a lesson in responsibility? The government called, said get out now, or you will die. And you laugh and have another hurricane. “They said golden French fries would kill me too,” you state diplomatically – or…
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A dim conversation
We have nothing but time As I sit in the airport Of the greatest city in the world And you – I thought you sympathetic But you are laughing at me And telling me to write of things I know nothing about Are we talking about energy or rhythm? Instead you send a friend Who…
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The meaning of life, discussed over coffee at 11 a.m.
We share a pot and ponder 29. Then go to the college bar to prove we’re still young shots all around, ignore the protests, “I just can’t drink like this anymore.” I push too hard, pull myself back flirt with the boy I swear I knew before Give me a pen and I will check…
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Holding your hand, all the way to the dragon’s gate
We are having a very frank discussion about whether one’s nipples have to be a certain size in order to be pierced. Yours are the smallest I’ve seen but I pinch one and tell you I bet they could do it We laugh during these last moments where all senses are heightened everything is brighter…
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Moving away from 23
We take a turn on the dance floor blend in with two dollar beers and college students bored on summer break. But I am watching the boy in the corner who promised me a dance and no baggage He doesn’t believe you when you say I’m 23 but he kisses me anyway My eyes closed…