As published on Luminesia two days ago. Have a look!
Hoping you’ll enjoy this poem, pictures are from my photography course students:
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Sep12
Tag Archives: up in smoke
Aug22
Up in Smoke, 2013
*
.
all these new words
situation location
.
it was a necessary
pause where to start
.
molding my thoughts
their motions to reality
.
emotions so surreal to make
a dream pale
.
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Aug13
Up in Smoke, July 2013
*
.
the tiniest ant I ever laid
eyes on keeps on getting
my attention as
.
I read this book from
the 50s entrenched with
interesting words
.
not used anymore
I take notes, a letter
at a time while she keeps
.
on moving up and down
around the page – slightly
scared if I happen to move
.
the more engaged if I lay still
or stop reading and turn
golden eyes to her
.
the tiniest ever so fast so
busy I’ll guess
she’s from the 50s too
.
quickly coming and going
she seems to exists cause
I’m looking at her though
.
she was before
.
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Aug7
Up In Smoke, July 2013
*
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not sure
if it was the metropolis
– and the jungles they hold
where we had roamed through
.
or the islands
within the same –
we felt alone among
thousands I could have
.
threaded on – not stapled
to my own thoughts of
failure focusing on
some other survival
.
the incessant sounds
attacking us louder
disorienting forcing
us on movement
,
or the far ones – in stillness
only the wind has a voice
stirring the waves to have
more and animals wild
.
eyes focusing off the horizon
squared lines confining
blocks or concentric ones
as the life rings on a tree
.
you count twenty eight then
call me out I found numbers
we had forgot – it used to be larger
green not the horrible burgundy
.
I shiver some on the island
we could hear the sound of
our own hair sitting close
animal’s life pulsing
.
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Aug5
Up In Smoke, July 2013
*
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unlike touch
me, I don’t need
contact to receive
.
and like it I am spread
all over tasting a breeze
on my skin while smelling
the salted mist – held in the air
.
I shiver a bit from the deep blue
pondering we have met and not touch
.
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Aug2
Up in Smoke, 2013
*
no wind moaning
no shutters flapping
.
doors standing still
in the darkest night
.
heat rising piercing through
as light enters the crack
.
at daylight no crickets
or frogs telling stories
.
just the heavy stillness
of some summer nights
.
away from breezed seas
laying awake interspersed
.
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Jul31
Up in Smoke, July 2013
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the best of all
times comes when
I such enjoy
stillness I do not
.
need words to describe
fullness, feelings
lined up nameless
do not need
.
recognition sounds
afar as on my shoulders
sounds near so close
blood runs and cries
.
such as the earth
sights for water
received deep down
welcomes it so are
.
those wonderful nights
spent waiting
having it all
.
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Jul4
Up In Smoke, July 2013
*
.
shuffling fast
letters and pictures
.
a bell ringing
breaking the hour
.
more than once
so be it
.
hammering a though
of you into my heart
.
as eyes to the sky
forever changing
.
not yet rolled up
.
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Jun27
Up in Smoke, 2013
*
another day gone
up in smoke and a
new one waiting
to be lit
.
as I hold off for the bed
to warm itself the sounds
of nocturnal tree frogs
the birds soon to start
.
it’s quite
an unusual temperature
no more drip drop, rain
has ceases I sit calm
.
eyes large taking
in the night fallen
a desire to curl up
in many visions
.
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Jun24
Up in Smoke, 2013
*
.
here I try to free
the space between
.
a glimpse of sleep
and the will to utter
.
the sun hiding
silent is the wind
.
he works his mission
out with diligence
.
got no surprises
just time to linger
.
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Jun21
Up in Smoke, 2013
*
.
she marveled realizing the shape inside her chest
that void often filled with air and beauty when
merry it would change shape as birds sung
.
it shrunk at sounds belonging to civilization
a soul with preconceived ideas she wondered
he laughed back at her concept
.
a soul thriving on sounds, smells and visions
she could picture shapes and leaps inside it
she could sit still and recognized
.
the life in her. her blood, her breath
her cells multiplying, spreading,
it was surely a wonderful place to be
.
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Jun17
Up in Smoke, June 2013
*
.
I understand you
with my eyes
one glance suffice
.
I could put you into
focus while moving
.
I have become
attentive to life
.
we look for speed
detectors while
driving slow
achieving
one day
to run
away
.
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Jun3
Up in smoke, May 2013
*
two different gardens
at the earth of night
.
same rain constant
almost soft as echoes
.
of the steps of ants
and small busy animals
.
at day light and I
sitting quietly
.
listening
right before both
.
of my hands as I lie down
posed at my hipbones
.
they stick out a bit
but not sharply
.
fingers tips touching
right in the middle
.
the only heat outdoors
is that of the street
.
lights creating a mist
as small clouds pretending
.
to bathe under fake lights
so many thoughts in time
.
shortening eyelids
closing as an act
.
of love I know
you will be
here
.
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Apr28
Up In Smoke, April 2013
*
.
correct I use my intellect
to probe sensitivity
an instrument
.
I use my logic to draw
conclusions a map
of the sky
.
I use my voice to
simplify what you
see complicate
.
I use my hands to run
over your skin looking
for some body hair
.
I use my mouth to kiss
you where you hurt
to get closer
.
till we could
till life stays with us
cause it may
.
be me first
.
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Apr27
Up In Smoke, April 2013
*
.
I understand you
with my eyes
one glance suffice
I could put you into
focus while moving
I have become
attentive to life
.
we look for speed
detectors while
driving slow
accomplish
one day
to run
away
.
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