Tag: poem
member name: Sheri Fresonke H.
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May 04, 2007 04:17 AM EDT --
Wrapped Around a Nebula
When the universe sank
turning cold and rushed away
a nebula called me to home
singing . . .
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September 30, 2006 10:28 PM EDT --
I wrote this while I was ill and seeking perspective about how ill I was compared to others who were dying or living with a lifelong disease or terminal illness. At times I felt like I was arguing . . .
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December 01, 2006 12:33 AM EST --
Don't know if you left it.
Didn't know that we kept it.
But it piles in the entry
of the lost and found door.
Six pairs of reading glasses,
a pile of security conscripted,
coats, . . .
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February 22, 2007 02:34 PM EST --
Arctic Alone
That's me
hands chained behind back,
staring into the darkest eyes--
sea waves,
thrashing tail.
Entering
the slip of silken waters,
taste of salty brine,
leads . . .
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May 04, 2007 03:46 AM EDT --
Winning Moments
We shake our arms, loosening, warming
7 am air chill and grayed before sun
nerves thrashing like the tide
Then the call to race, we step up
crate beneath feet, . . .
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December 03, 2006 12:24 AM EST --
Feeling your warmth
crawling my skin
like catepillars
drawn toward cocoon
dust,
and replaced,
cold licks my skin
stroke by stroke,
flame dousing,
grousing
shuddering down,
homing into . . .
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March 02, 2007 01:04 AM EST --
Her Life as a Sand Castle
Her limbs sag, overfleshed,
face dreamy, shedding sand like tears,
battlements in upright back,
tide wetting legs
trigger fish eat corals
spit them . . .
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April 20, 2007 12:26 AM EDT --
Ghosting Before Dawn
Always the same, last taste, eyes rubbed
then awake, and you slowly melting,
your outline blurring until dotted gray.
Miasma always arises thus, fingers in fog, . . .
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August 31, 2007 07:23 PM EDT --
Clutter, Confusion and Perpetual Motion
How will you, my lover ever imagine
the faces and hearts that visit my palace
urchin or limpkin, griffin or singing robin
which in your room would . . .
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