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It is, It isn't
Catherine
there was a dream each breath, ah yes the air had qualities (qualities) inhaling brought me skyward and I couldn’t decide eyes open or eyes closed? but the welling surged, like laughter posing a question... More »
Contradiction
Catherine
contradiction sung like an aria takes the stage, takes my hand demands attention, unavailable and the little drama tight throat, stomach lining acid etched in runes and emblems becomes even littler standing stock still washed... More »
Small Whirlwinds
Catherine
small whirlwinds, microcosmic fingers shaking in tempestarian daydreams and the bob, the tilt the undeniable sway, my head ripe, heavy, hand cupped lolls back, I let it fall fleeing the horizon that asks for only... More »
Have Been Fed
Catherine
the subject of nothingness the feeling of nothingness the hunger for nothingness adding to the everything-ness of punch-drunk dreams and nothingness is unaffected coffee and smiles with sweet morning lips and a conversation ‘bout berries... More »
All Things Open
Catherine
pale heart the feel of paper fluttering the leaves of my insecurities shiver and settle with the gentle strength of September air and comfort invisible or opaque? liquid? light or viscous? waving in the light,... More »
On a Joyless Day
Catherine
a song and a flavor I felt it where the cool sands shift a blue terry towel as big as my bed inviting me to lay down gently within tranquil turquoise ease settle in, settle... More »
Morning, Hours past Sunrise
Catherine
morning, hours past sunrise no quarrels with newness I’ve got water to drink curtains to part words to peruse lost, or losing past, or pressing what, or why it is not possible but arms, legs... More »
Morning Calm
Catherine
in the morning the air is my captive in the morning each finger counts the silence when the morning comes, in shades of purple with ample water for my lips drifting oceans for my eyes... More »
Horizon
Catherine
I love the geometry of the horizon can you feel its line, its curve it speaks to the heart in perceptions not contradictions for you see, ambiguity, can be a cradle, a haven, a place,... 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 »
poetry
August 2008 