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SeashineSacred skin
where heavens and ocean
collide,

an imprint on salted lungs
an echo

of aching, of
a moonlit yearning upon the
rolling tide.

Midwestern Roadmapsi.

wine-fed confessions
are what brought us together;
with a stir of paint chips and skin,
we made clumsy love on the concrete
of a condemned factory,
moving in the shadows of machinery
that loomed like winter trees
or judgmental Gods
who still stopped to smell the alcohol
in our pores.

ii.

"will you pass me a cigarette
and along with that sign your lust
on the paper that will gray in a flicker,
bitter acrid and addictive
like the first high of tobacco—
a euphoric quiver
that lasted only a minute,
gone when you inhaled your second
seeking the same."

iii.

indiana is the land of crossroads,
where the wind blows
to find a better des

O FevraleWitching hour, welcomed with a sigh,
bare-breasted and ink-stained in the night.
Half in love in this half-life half-light;

pisat O Fevrale navsnryd, dreaming
of the gods. Wanderer, today I died and
died again, and whispered prayers

to clasped hands… until the nestled
droplets fell away like sunrays at dusk;
and when moonrise came, I sang again.

ZemiThings having to be returned to their transparency:

i.
/ green mist-earth / knit
atmosphere / fathomless
blue-lavender / lights
spun out from light

ii.
are recalcitrance / and you
are convergence

& - a fingernail of summer
- a melting of rain
- a crown of flowers
- a priest of sunsets

(beautiful? I love you, because. Zemi.
Zemi. are you beautiful because I love
you? Zemi? )

iii.
I imagine this is what it's like to breathe sea foam
over the Cliffs of Moher: hydration. absolution.

ApsaraFind me sunken into the
lotus field, bathing skin silvergreen,
waist-deep and pink

in sunset, and we will cry:
for three-faced elephants,
for rain,

for the dancers threading grace
between their fingertips—
until I dress in the heaviness,

a sarong of heat.

FableMoon cloaks
fallen from
shoulders,

(and you are)

left clad in only
the softest of
shadows.

PixieI never had enough faith in you,
my best postmodern pixie friend,
who presses herself against my shoulder
killing her fall with leaning.
You taught me something new
about anxiety today:

   how to wake
up when it's morning, how to miss
dactylic illness with the parched
indelicacy of a crinkled sun.
In the eternal rendition you say
your name is always in the vocative
   case, and only vocative:

says the girl
who taught a smaller girl to sing,
a girl of thirteen, with the same
nimble character we shared, the same
calderical eyes we shared.

   The girl's voice
tumb

DrizzlingThe grey glaze of a
pre-dawn chorus —
blackbirds,
and an overcast aubade.

LiliyaBright-eyed,
bird-boned
whisper girl;

dark-dressed,
moon-backed
mistress of lights.

SerenissimaSlumbering suns
take a midmorning nap;
alleyways bright with
golden ladies,

their smiles canal-deep.
Nightfall brings guides:
stone sighs and dead light,
(never so alive).

warare you singeing in
my lungs? i breathe
you in like morning dogwood
caught by flame;
the exhale will
wait its turn.

Memoir1.
Vert velvet slippers
and a mouthful of water –
dragonflies flit by.

2.
Twin evergreen canes
support the elderly bridge;
an unsteady crone.

3.
Citronella flame,
illuminating fingers,
out-bites mosquitos.

Progressionshe fell to the earth in a stream of shrapnel
and stardust in holy proportions; born
of silence and unfulfillment, tumulting
through that narrow area between
expectations and reality where
the pink glaze marred her romantic,

(blurry: a photograph held by careless hands;
a memory outdated and forgotten
and beautiful, once, before
the future fell in pace)

she landed with a deafening crack--
ribcage split and spilling secrets,
gasping for air beneath the surface of a pond
so stagnant that even the lilies withered away:
bubbles rose slowly (she began the process
of forgetting to breathe)

and she was not made for
our atmosphere; the air po

snowbirdsthe body count peaks in february,
december at the earliest or
march if you're lucky,
when the lonely ones find their way
to warm layers of skin and smoke
and coruscate under the pressure
like the gleam of the sun they've
come to
miss. (it is not-
never will be-
me.

don't let yourself be
mistaken; )

i am only as good as
the down of their feathers
plucks slow
enough

and though my
fingers can move much
faster
than this,
i'll resist
as long as i
can:

iron strings stain
far worse than you would
expect

PompeiiDrumbeat from above;

trailed by ragged, ashen dogs
fed only Vesuvius’ shadow
until the heavens split—
sodden map becomes
papier-mâché fingers and
from afar, through a veil of rain,
a chorus: the mournful dogs howl,

cursing the gods.

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HazeCatching sunlight;
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with the
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lingering,

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Fever DreamsHush now,
and close your eyes
against this vermillion sunset.

You feel so much, too much:
leave crescent moons on my skin,
calm the anguished crimson heat
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This war shall end, my love;
but what will you be,
if not red?

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hollow-eyed and shallow-breathed,
filling the spaces between clouds.

Quivering shadow skin…

And there are voices in the dark,
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Memoir II

by *Concora, Feb 12, 2013, 3:15:27 PM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Haiku & Eastern

1.
Sinking sun
setting my bedroom alight:
summer sky-fire.

2.
Spiders hang prone;
abandoned marionettes,
many legs askew.

3.
Daylilies slumber
as darkness bades the
garden to sleep.

Memoir IIby *Concora

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Haiku & Eastern

©2013 *Concora

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~black-fire-dragoness Mar 20, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

That is beautiful! I love your choice of words in the second one.

The first and third haiku (? sorry, not so good with higher literature in english^^) also has a quite calm atmosphere, which I like a lot. The second one is a little scary to me with that choice of word, but I like it all the same.

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*Concora Mar 20, 2013 Writer

Thank you! The second is meant to be a little bit scary, so don't worry.

I'm glad you thought the others were calm, that's the effect I wanted. Thank you, again!

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~black-fire-dragoness Mar 21, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

This is for sure a good balance: Calm, a little bit scary and then once again calm.

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*Concora Mar 21, 2013 Writer

Absolutely!

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~Pauper-Circumstance Feb 16, 2013

I love haikus. I also love beautiful haikus. That leaves me no choice to say I double-love your haikus.

Great work.

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*Concora Feb 16, 2013 Writer

Haha, thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed.

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~Pauper-Circumstance Feb 17, 2013

You're welcome. You did a great job with the haikus.

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`dreamsinstatic Feb 15, 2013 Professional Writer

Your fantastic work has been featured in Friday Night Features.

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*Concora Feb 16, 2013 Writer

Thank you so much!

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`dreamsinstatic Feb 18, 2013 Professional Writer

You're welcome.

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