the poem we three wrote
Sunday, December 28, 2008
FIRST POEM by rickj:
"response to nicholas hall’s picture "fear of ghosts" posted 11/16 "
sun-bathed relent-less-ly they
are trying
and trying proves them-
water-poured through glass
too weak to lemon-
we will
love strangers with dog-like affection
lick them with wood smiles
wet as if skin
sweats with warm sunday feeling-
we are here and being, if reluctant
and we too cannot be poured through glass
though we try...
this wonder dissolves
us...
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Nicolas Hall
SECOND POEM by Nicolas Hall:
It an abrupt awakening
To the sound of a glass rattled
Outside and within
Maybe now
To be half-tinted rose
Or lemon yellow
A hue that hides the whitewash blankness
We never want to see
Who is pouring who?
And into what half empty or half full heart?
Or just a glass
Left to sit on a nightstand
The colors further tempered through the same odd eye
That we never
Learned
To use
....n
thanx rick!
PinkPixie
THIRD POEM by Melissa Sillitoe
what force draws us
to this particular day
beneath this one
still wet rainsky,
larger than any imagining?
this room where two hours
are spent alone and with.
I arrive
tepid, fragile,
wanting heat wanting to be
surrounded by conversation
not at its center
wanting porcelain-sized
warmth but no more
enough to half-thaw
choosing one particular
unassigned table
prepare
today's eucharist:
coffee, bread,
notebook, pen, library book pile.
I search for words,
let strangers' muted
confessions and explanations,
barista-chosen songs
become
anchor
Posted by PinkPixie on Dec 29, 2008 2:35 PM
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