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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 »
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 »
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 »
Bold are Dreams
Catherine
bold are dreams night comes, with all the gentle easing grace that reality has cradling, comforting, quieting sweet darkness, soft bedding but dreams are bold all encompassing cracking reality wide open questioning comes, humming the... 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 »
Napping on a Windy Day
Catherine
I revel in the bluster when the wind outside makes a fierce ocean of the air invisible, except for the flotsam of street debris and leaves and I lay in half sleep while the gusts... 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 »
One Night's Dream
Catherine
sometimes dreams don’t tell a story sometimes dreams just set the stage like artwork, framed and hung or food on platters, silverware ready and where meaning lives what meaning is who sees or eats can... More »
poem
August 2008 