Tag: free verse
member name: Corinna Parr
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October 17, 2007 10:36 PM EDT --
I danced for him and won his heart;
He said it was the fire in my eyes, the wit in my laugh,
But when he held me against him, I knew he loved my beauty most.
It is a small thing, a sad thing, to be loved . . .
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July 14, 2009 07:57 PM EDT --
I will make a poem of this: coffee so dark the cream is a dull roiling grey; a sink breathing mossy fumes but I won't notice for another day at least.
Echoes lurk in converging angles.
If . . .
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September 12, 2007 06:20 PM EDT --
I'm not quite sure what to call this-- poetry? Song? Chant? It's a multi-parter, there will be more to follow.
Maiden Mother Crone: A Prologue
By seed and nut,
Bough and leaf,
Vine and . . .
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September 15, 2007 09:28 AM EDT --
The prologue to this work can be found among my articles.
Maiden
On the dawn of the first day,
I was taken from my mother to be reborn.
The grandmothers of my village came in silence,
And took me away . . .
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September 16, 2007 12:34 PM EDT --
Maiden Mother Crone: A Prologue and Maiden should be read before this piece.
On the dawn of the second day,
I was taken to the river to bathe the red earth away.
The mothers of the village came with laughter, . . .
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September 19, 2007 07:32 PM EDT --
HTML is defeating me, so I'm not able to link the previous parts, but they can be found with my other articles. This is the last section.
On the dawn of the third day,
I was taken to the cold . . .
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September 29, 2007 04:09 PM EDT --
I walk through the city;
It's become a trek of stolen glances,
Every window a mirror
In which I stride long-legged and confident,
My hair a banner in bus-winds,
A light in glass-and-concrete tunnels. . . .
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November 16, 2007 11:05 PM EST --
Slowly, sweetheart, slowly.
It took years to wrap this gift.
Each separate layer, each application of tape
Considered for its color, its placement;
I didn't want the paper to pucker,
Or the pattern . . .
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July 07, 2009 01:21 PM EDT --
Yours is peaceful strength; I see you settled, ankle perched on knee, head bowed with the weight of male thoughts; alien mind, I cherish you for that little smile cast in my direction, hardly . . .
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July 24, 2009 12:34 AM EDT --
While this new fire burns, casts its light on your face, I will learn every crease, every worry tucked within. And what of your hands, what of these knuckles, large and calloused pearls that never knew . . .
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August 01, 2009 01:32 PM EDT --
Kiss me here, her fingers said tracing the chalky porcelain of her woman's jaw, light as a water bug skimming the surface, over that seam between flesh and mask, where the little girl ended and . . .
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August 07, 2009 05:19 PM EDT --
There is a lion in the fountain. Remarkable that he sought dusty marble for a bed, in this city-cage of broken spires linking old earth to old sky litter long replaced with leaves wisps of green through . . .
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August 21, 2009 01:58 PM EDT --
It was difficult to choose a poem for this, and so I appreciate the challenge that Nancy has set. I think several of my recent poems have really showcased how far I've come as a poet. I settled on this . . .
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September 23, 2007 10:40 AM EDT --
"That's the funny moon, Mama," he said,
"He wants to come home with us."
But of course he does--
Make this little man laugh
And you find yourself drunk on dimples.
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December 02, 2007 04:09 PM EST --
Be still, my love, hold this moment
on your tongue, like sugar
or adoration.
They come so few and far between
that each is worthy of being
cast in bronze.
Words will have to do.
We have just . . .
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August 22, 2009 12:07 AM EDT --
Do not say, "I am a goddess." Say instead, "I should like to be a goddess in his eyes while they hold mine, their light enfolding everything including the clay at my feet." What comfort in a crown . . .
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August 29, 2009 05:45 PM EDT --
I have brushed my hair to sleekness made my skin supple with oil; will you feel the heat of my palms and not these cool, shaking fingers? How swiftly the sun now speeds to its bed; hungry for home, . . .
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September 25, 2007 06:35 PM EDT --
I used to watch the smoke from my mother's cigarette in the lamp light,
Silver threads twining through amber.
Up it went, curling under the shade, coiling serpentine runes in the air,
Ghostlike but . . .
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October 20, 2007 12:31 PM EDT --
I grip the pole to keep from falling,
Knuckles bloodless, palm aflame.
Swaying, swinging, music in my ears,
The floor shimmies below and I above,
Straining through negative space.
Modesty lost to . . .
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November 06, 2007 08:49 PM EST --
It made the papers, you know.
Air Force Colonel struck low by lust,
And me, his accuser.
He told me he loved me,
Elf-skinny, hair in a bob, freckled,
Worthy of love, at seven.
I believed, as did . . .
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