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Night with its Velvet Breath
Catherine
ah the night with it’s velvet breath fragrant, empty-scented whisper-combed half hinting wind wishing a lucid quiet tempered sweetness and in the open the open I will stand will admire this night this moment curved... More »
Night Spilled Upon Me
Catherine
night pooled night spilled upon me night stained me, with inky coolness night left me limp, and quivering night promised to be long for I’ve puzzled and I’ve doubted I’ve had questions I’ve had answers... More »
I Want a Net
Catherine
I want a net to catch this night I’ll do it with my eyes in the wildest way a gaze, is touch with open mouth, a taste thoughts flow and bound along the lines colors,... More »
The Barn
Catherine
dream, dream I dream an empty barn, in deep illumination golden pre-dusk light, splashing a festival of saffron brightness the dust motes dance for me sing songs of silly minisculity skip in silence, to destinations... More »
Ever At Bay
Catherine
speak (tell me) what is shelter? do you need it? that wind (hear it) my cage is rattling weather’s fists throwing punches air coursing, wailing, whirling fatigue has left me motionless except for eyes, moist,... More »
Stars Gather Strength
Catherine
the stars gather strength playing, pressing through the ink night sky the inkier the deeper the emptier the sky the stronger the pull stellar confusions astral confessions celestial cravings shimmering with naked beauty punctuated by... More »
Fighting Sleep
Catherine
fighting sleep but it is not rest that is the enemy my hunger for sleep is voracious sometimes I wrap myself in fantasies of beds and skin scented blankets pillows curling round, carving space leaving... More »
Trust me with your Dreams
Catherine
you could trust me with your dreams if their creation was in my power I would weave them with silken thread strung from my poet’s heart in many ways, I know you well and where... More »
Sleeping Angels
Catherine
for my girls in the low light of October nights with rolling blankets gingerly curled to dimpled chins I come to watch my children sleeping wrapped like clouds cocooned in flannel cradled in maternal love... More »
Somewhat More Steamy
Catherine
blue sky stretched out tight and pretty its vibrant unreality smooth, unmarked nonplused by these skittering thoughts the echos of a nighttime when the censor, slept in leaving gaps, a freer place somewhat more steamy... More »
poem
August 2008 