| body |
[Nov. 6th, 2005|01:43 am] |
This vessel
is cracked and swollen
pottery left to soak
and endure the hot sun
it is rough and uneven
at the edges and
leaks when it is
carried and even
when it is not.
Worrisome, wonders if it
will ever have the strength
of form to carry
what it needs to, it
looks from the side
and from above
at the shape of things
this vessel
formed from the earth it
will one day return to
is functional and sometimes
beauty meets function
but usually distorted by
perspective
someday it may be happy to
just be what it is with
its curves and cracks and
rough texture of
carefully and lovingly formed
lines that follow
a greater model
interpretation must be art,
and the fatter the vessel
the more it holds. |
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| shall it be forever |
[Nov. 6th, 2005|01:40 am] |
shall it be forever
or only for a day?
pounding beating of your heart
against my ear you
warm and soft the
future enfolds me
before I am prepared for it
past I barely remember
who I was yesterday
This would frighten but for
knowing I am better
brighter with you than
without
in you than
away from you we
tumble into this
together with a knowing smile
though we cannot see far
enough to know
anymore than I ever knew
someday I would look
backwards and forwards
with a smile. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 19th, 2004|12:08 pm] |
It has been said
a writer who is not writing
is a liar.
Unable to give myself that
title I suppose
I have been lying
all this time. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 19th, 2004|12:04 pm] |
sullen sun caught in a moment of
dirty screen and smudged window
your light fallen upon ages of
mistakes
mine no more special but that
they are mine
and mine alone to make
to you, attribute
goodness, growth, life
without you there is none
all unknowing, at the center of
tragic mistakes
we follow and
can't look directly
what could be seen in a life
blinded by staring straight
at the sun? |
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| a beginning |
[Feb. 18th, 2004|11:52 am] |
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This is my vessel. It's anonymous - I will share my person without sharing the truly personal. I am not writing this for you. If you choose to walk alongside for a time and read, you are welcome, but I will not censor. Nor will I judge or be judged. These are only words, worth less than the cost of the code it takes to display them. Everyone is welcome, and no one is. If you want to be a friend, leave a comment on this entry. |
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