Poetry For Our Time

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In Michigan, they wear their love like sails,

ubiquitous and billowing, a full-hearted propulsion

across bottomless, unfreezable lakes.

And when the wind dies down,

they tattoo each others’ body parts with blueberry lips

and freckles bloom in unexpected places.

When winter comes, they lash love down tightly,

with practiced practicality and bungee cords,

their midwestern modesty renewed by the lakes turning solemn.

But they keep an eye on love, buried there under three feet of snow.

Watching from picture windows and waiting for the forsythia to bloom.


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April 30, 2009 at 2:34 am

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Bathsheba and David

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How terrifying to realize

that people have been so human

for so long.

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April 16, 2009 at 3:43 am

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So, raise your hand if you fell off the face of the planet for the poem a day challenge…

I noticed some discussion on the Samsanator’s blog about possibly continuing this effort, albeit in weekly, not daily form. I’d be up for that…anyone else? I also thought it might be cool to staggar the days, so like I would post every, say, Tuesday, Samsanator Wednesday, etc. That way, there’s a new poem posted every day, and we all have the chance to comment on each others’ work rather than feel guilty about having not posted anything by the end of the week. And if we don’t have a poem, maybe just some writing-related content?

Questions? Concerns? Nausea?

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February 26, 2009 at 8:49 pm

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Yo yo. Back from my trip and dealing with a little bit of illness, but I’m hoping to get some poems posted this week. Loved reading everything you guys are doing.  Just posting this as a little guilty reminder that I need to be writing!

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February 16, 2009 at 9:28 pm

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One way or another

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You told me you wanted to die,

and the only thing I can think to do

is to listen to you smoke cigarette after cigarette,

killing time

until the mood passes.

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February 5, 2009 at 5:46 am

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We gather in the basement for introductions.

I hardly know what to say to these strangers assembled,

these people trailing stories and pain behind them

like streamers that dance as they speak and cry,

while my own sag behind me, silent.

But when we stand, form a circle —

with eyes closed, hands clasped–

I feel the stir of a breeze, a breath,

rustling us all as we sway, imperceptibly,

in unison.

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February 4, 2009 at 5:58 am

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To Sam –

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When we were thirteen,

you asked me about attraction.

I quoted a song or a poem,

just kept my mouth moving until

you settled back, and I  could stop holding my breath,

both of us wondering if what I’d said applied

to the delicate halos

we were each weaving for the other,

constructed of secrets and sideways glances,

the time you put your head on my stomach,

all our giggling turned solemn

from the weight of unvoiced affections.

Had I known we were in love,

I would have tried to explain it better.

But had I explained it better,

we would have known we were in love.

Written by cd40

February 3, 2009 at 5:48 am

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