Three Poems from France

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I finally got these three poems edited once or twice through. Keep in mind they probably aren't totally finished yet.

Wilde Grave

the daisies in Paris

cannot compare to the rain in London

nor the bloom in your eye

nor the tears in your ink

On a Bench

The Daisy family grows

Under the sun in the garden

White head-dresses and yellow, jaundiced faces

All stretching to the sun

Warming their skinny green legs

One wall of their house was (steady and sturdy and solemn)

The gates of Notre Dame

Their front door was (rushing and running and rumbling)

The river Seine

And their doorbell was the sound of children laughing

In the park behind Notre Dame

The Daisy family grows

Smiling up at the parapets

At the saints of Notre Dame

Beauty and the Beasts

A caravan careening in the desert

One golden chariot pulled by jeweled hydras and sphinxes in golden harnesses

Across a sea of salt

Black sugar

I am so empty of blood

I can taste my thoughts and smell my impatience

To cross

Grasping sea grass switches at the lions’ legs

Bottle-fly-blue sky endlessly overhead

Sea-glass green eyes swim beyond my own

I am so empty of blood

I miss those eyes

Squinting across the desert ahead of me

A tortured infanta

This hellish caravan has me nowhere-bound

I miss those aching smiles

Between the feet of the colossus

Where once stood a giant

So stood a sea

And now stands I, a beauty

On a chariot pulled by lions and serpents

And the snakes wind and twist under the heat

And the cats snarl at the sun

Buzzards circle my death like plague rats

Here with nobody

And the beasts