i have so many reasons to love myself beneath the refuge of this sun-less spoon-less sky this twisted armor of safety pins this nucleus on a road-less bronze-less forehead a name that i cannot remember an astros the solitude of stray horses drinking winding thoughts beneath a leg-less moon this form-less rhythm-less bicycle this accidental field of hammers (God shakes it out these sinking summer-less kisses these silver, wren-less shirt-bearing silences these primal arms, wet-less against the reaches of time and space and you, full-throated as a dogwood) this skeleton made of foot-less romance these borrowed accordions these engorged flower-less eyelids lonely but only for each other the aroma of these photographs that weep but not for me
My new chapbook, Has Had Paradise: A Poetry Collection, is available on Etsy. Twenty of my best poems. Bound by hand to order.
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9 responses to “Wilderness Found”
‘sun-less/ spoon-less sky’
Mwah! x
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Thanks, Nick!
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I am loving your chapbook. 💖
You are so talented! 👏🏼
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Thank you so much, Michele! I’m really glad you’re enjoying the book. Have a great Friday! 😊
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Thank you. Happy Friday vibes to you too! 🌞
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So may wonderful images! This is excellent!
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Thank you, Bob!
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“shirt-bearing silences”…three words strung perfectly together and placed perfectly within the parentheses of “God’s shaking out”…and the last three lines ignite reflection even with the ending of the poem..”the aroma of these photographs that weep but not for me”…I look at the accompanying picture and sense the weeping…not for me… but it touches deeply nonetheless.
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Thank you very much, my friend! I’m glad you enjoyed this one. I had a lot of fun writing it, and I had hoped the last lines would make an impact. I’m happy they did.
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