it's not possible.
I think the problem must be-
too much love and hate.
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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... -
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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sex object. not afraid of the words. I've used many objects for the sake of sex. in fact my body has been pretty disposable- I don't...
Poets United Contributor
yes...excellent, and insightful.
ReplyDeletethanks :)
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting take on friendship and what it takes to maintain one. Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteyou really seem to have made the haiku form your own, you use it so expressively :)
ReplyDeleteI still appreciate the 5/7/5 even if others do not.
ReplyDeleteIt's true: Sometimes love and hate are both parts of a friendship. What complicated beings we humans are!
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