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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.

HysteriaMoon sliver arms raised
to the eventide sky,
hysteria dripping like wine

like a prayer, slipping —
hallowed lips no longer, and

the weight of every loss
and ticking clocks
cracking dappled ground.

SehnsuchtOctober again;
and the curtains billow
with broken glass echoes and
Mendelssohn's bride waltzing
to better times

(ein
zwei
drei)

She becomes the rain,
and breaks her own heart as
the sound
drips
right through us.

Of BlissKissing daffodils sway,
serenaded by the waver of
gossamer wings;

faces blushing bright
as the sunlight
slips away.

Sky EyesDesert hands tell tales
of a hundred arid summers, but
you are no longer as cloudless as they

(there is a storm
creeping through blue, blue veins).

But tell the sky to keep her sorrow,
that grey cascade blurring against
eyelids and horizons;

and suppress her misbegotten
droplets, seeping into the sodden
ground underfoot—

for there is still sun in your sky eyes.

GhostsNight time musings;
hollow-eyed and shallow-breathed,
filling the spaces between clouds.

Quivering shadow skin…

And there are voices in the dark,
lost sighs and weight upon whisper;
but, we are all whispers here.

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.

Euros' InfernoIn a smoke blanket
mistaken for overcast, he
wraps us –
the wind, undoing –

and the old gum tree writhes
against him, but
we sit inside
with our homes on fire.

FableMoon cloaks
fallen from
shoulders,

(and you are)

left clad in only
the softest of
shadows.

Wildflowers, Imperfect BirdsI breathed your name like wildflowers under vast broken skies, in wide-open spaces. The wind blowing through them spoke of dew and dirt and petrichor, and there was sunlight on the ground like a mosaic patterned by god's own hands.

I said it like a monarch claiming new land: a declaration, a butterfly breath over old earth; like it was coffee on a warm morning with the sun in my eyes, interlacing with my lashes; like it was a dream; like it was a prayer like it was a miracle wrought of air and bone and body: you, in, out, in, out, in and in and in.

I cried it out like an earthquake between lip and lip, continents that don't quite fit: your

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).

LointainListen carefully, for I am plucking spider-web harp strings in the light of your glistening, rain-sodden breath. There is such beauty in this city, and in symphony, you see—so keep rhythm with these skeleton trees dancing on street sides, winter branches quivering. Can you hear the beat of your heart? Its cadence is being matched by that of the shadows, ephemeral figures waltzing hand-in-hand across cobblestones and twirling at the very cusp of the lamp posts' soft glow...

Sway now, my dearest, to the allure of this chorus in the night; to the echoing sound of this moonlit sona

CassiopeiaThe sickle moon
falls, and I blossom
henna red.

HazeCatching sunlight;
golden silhouettes
dripping

with the
taste of summer
lingering,

heavy upon lips.

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.

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The WindblownLike a sparrow, you perch; toes curled and brown eyes wide, arms tinted blue with cold. In my haste to reach you I trip upon your shoes, tiny little things still drizzle-damp and abandoned at the door.

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"Ava, come inside. Come inside. Please."

You stare past my outstretched hands and step away—a sparrow, caught in a downdraft.

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trailed by ragged, ashen dogs
fed only Vesuvius’ shadow
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papier-mâché fingers and
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a chorus: the mournful dogs howl,

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SurrealismThree a.m., and
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Seashine

by *Concora, Oct 18, 2012, 5:16:08 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Sacred skin
where heavens and ocean
collide,

an imprint on salted lungs
an echo

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

Seashineby *Concora

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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~TheBloodyEpicPumpkin Mar 24, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I used your title in a found poem: [link]

*Concora Mar 27, 2013 Writer

Oooh!

*lombregrise Mar 1, 2013 Professional Writer

beautiful

*Concora Mar 1, 2013 Writer

Thank you.

*disrhythmic Oct 27, 2012

I'm with ~winterkate--gorgeous rhythm. <3

*Concora Oct 28, 2012 Writer

Thank you.

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Welcome. <3

~winterkate Oct 21, 2012 Student Writer

I love how you use the line breaks here to create a rhythm. Very nice.

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