confession is all:
it is what my poetry is,
and that is my life.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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driving home from the farmer's market- I can't see anything- through this storm- I come home to sleep- with you-rest in your arms fu...
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like me- it serves as a question as well as an appropriately foolish letter in bad company it only teams up with words like yodel, ...
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motionless sap. ogling your shadow, you have much thinking to do. has the potassium kicked you in the arse yet-and got you going? you a...
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Under a blanket it was at high altitudes in love or nauseous? I once held his hand his touch was so soothing-but with a lion's face. and...
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nipped at the ankles which is how I wander through life sometimes I must be pushed through a door finally opened after years of knock...
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Tickling toes- there was something about that barefooted madness something about that wistful waist-high wishing and wooshing in the woods, ...
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and now that the anger is gone there may be a few more glimpses like looking out of the window through a thin veil of silk. a look in...
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confession is all: it is what my poetry is, and that is my life.
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it's not possible. I think the problem must be- too much love and hate.
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our silence comes easy and there is much to it the commingling of our fingers and the swapping of palm oils and the nimble saltation of ...
Life is as beautiful as a poetry as of your haiku.
ReplyDeleteNice thought!
and so it is ~
ReplyDeletelovely haiku~
very true for all poets! lovely haiku! ♥
ReplyDeleteA bold and confident confession!! :)
ReplyDeletenice! so simple yet effective! ;)
ReplyDeleteOur work is an extension of therapy -- often a cathartic one! Great job!!
ReplyDeleteConfessing through poetry and writing can be so liberating. Thanks for the beautiful haiku.
ReplyDeletewell said in such simple words :)
ReplyDeleteVery simple and yet a great write...:)
ReplyDeletehttp://sandhyaguptamp.blogspot.com/2011/08/confession.html
It's hard to hide much if you're a poet!
ReplyDeleteYeah, I can relate to this :)
ReplyDeletewhat a real confession that is :-)
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