what does it mean that you ask ever?
that you make a request of (your) love?
is not life and death one coin tossed through this worldly air?;
so long as we are alive our love is,
so long as we can speak it true—
but how many walk this earth with sleepy heart?
and how many soar, shining bright—
so don't you know by now the poet's trick?
if he can tuck you in himself, safe and sound,
he'll wake you, too, with blazing light.
I nominate you!
ReplyDeleteAccuse me,
Splatter me across the page—
Cause the every sound to meet its timely end
orcutmeup
n'chwmrghtp
n' spit
as long as it's you
we're on different pages now,
ReplyDeletedifferent books—
but the volume's always the same:
spring is here now
and that's too abstract
it will make the rains come
and I'm ready to move on to
tomorrow, you know what you want
and I cannot stop you
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ReplyDeleteHope no one minds my making up missed days! I'll keep them as comments. (caught up)
ReplyDeleteNot at all! Do it whatever way works for you (I'm sure no one would mind if you created extra posts).
ReplyDeleteExtra posts encouraged! Everyone is allowed 31 posts per year (bc sometimes we want to do a metapost/sometimes we count wrong).
ReplyDeleteThe seasons are totally abstract. Especially Spring. - Love the playfulness of "n'chwmrghtp"!
ReplyDeleteThanks all, will do!
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