the light is arranged
the wood is wrapped in salt
i listen for the moon, keep
time in a telephone booth
a flower undoes itself
a goldfish is dust in a field
i close my eyes
rekindle the sounds of oceans
i am as ancient as these hips
suspended between the
source of life and its secrets
electric as the snails who roam the
great white desert
as you know
the world inside of me
is never full enough
never final enough
the butterflies
overflowing their cups
this venerable hummingbird throat
the shoulders of these reckless seashells
this mouth is the end of a trembling world
an octopus, an exclamation mark
feral as the gods
and their notebooks
The Used Life 
16 responses to “The Eventuality of Letters (Lovers)”
Aces. A full menu of the good stuff to digest here.
But, for starters, ‘feral as the gods /and their notebooks’ is delicious.
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Ah! Thank you so much, Nick.
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You are creating your own poetic mythology and language. Delightful! ✨
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Thanks, Michele! I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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Wow..really excellent. Can’t decide which part to comment on 🙂 I do love “the world inside of me is never full enough never final enough the butterflies overflowing their cups”..such a perfect way to describe the constant push, pull, movement, striving within each of us…mini universes within the vast one…and “feral as the gods and their notebooks” gives such voice to the wild that was before us and is also in us as we pursue the “source of life and its secrets” writing upon the notebooks in our mind..well done
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Thank you so much! I think the butterfly stanza is my favorite, too—and I love the meaning you ascribe to it—the constant push-pull of our lives, moving between worlds and experiences. I’m happy you enjoyed the poem so much. Take care, my friend!
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what a beautiful write
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Thank you.
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My goodness,what beautiful lines, and visuals! Your mind is tethered to the silver lining of your very being! Gorgeous poetry…as always!
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Thank you very much, Myth! Always a pleasure to see you here. I hope you are well.
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I never tire of saying it: your poetry has always seemed to me a wonderful party, sometimes atrocious, but that is inevitable…
Bonne semaine à toi! 🙂
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Atrocious? Wow. With friends like you, who needs enemies…
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I’m so sorry, L. It was an unintentional slip. I meant to say ‘audacious’ … 😦
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Have you already forgiven me..? 😔
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Sure.
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Thanks, L. I’ll be able to sleep peacefully tonight.
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