Tag: poem
member name: Corinna Parr
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September 09, 2009 11:10 PM EDT --
It happened like this: when they flew, great wings whistling, the river leading the way, you squeezed my crumb-dusted hand and we watched them go.
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August 09, 2009 04:32 PM EDT --
Stroke your arm and think: The universe is bloodless, Not I; this body of flesh, veins, soft pulsing heart, made to spill, to break; Life, to the beat of mad drums, or hands on my skin. The universe is . . .
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October 07, 2007 11:30 PM EDT --
Wind-swept,
My life has been
Stormy seas and leaf-dance,
Cast adrift on careless currents,
Random.
Two steps
Forward or back,
And sometimes side to side,
No path ahead, no safe harbor,
Life's wile. . . .
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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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August 18, 2009 01:03 PM EDT --
By seed and nut, bough and leaf, vine and tree; by these things, and the stars, the moon, the sun, by earth and sky:
I swear my story to be true.
I was a child when they came for me at my mother's . . .
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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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December 15, 2007 11:01 AM EST --
It is cold, so cold,
White-wreathed trees bridge ground and sky,
All diamond and pearl.
Beneath my feet, frothing slush.
Catch red brick to hold the fall.
"Tanrenga looks like a tanka . . .
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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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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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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 19, 2009 11:18 PM EDT --
(for HPC's poetry revision workshop)
So you gave in to the lure of earth, forsaking sea for neon and the smell of morning asphalt.
You ignore your bruises, your numb and shattered feet, freshening . . .
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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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October 21, 2007 08:36 PM EDT --
How many poets have we forgotten? The answer is too many. I have a very large book of poetry, titled "World Poetry, An Anthology of Verse from Antiquity to Our Time". I stole this book from . . .
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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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