Browsing All posts tagged under »poem«

The Song of Dalsarion: Four

November 4, 2011 by

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‘My father,’ to laugh at this. ‘He is an instrument maker. Though sometimes, when pressed he sung to people, out-with his tune.” ‘Badly I take it?’ He made me feel as a small child wandering down lost, narrow roads. And forever would—he made me mapless. ‘No. Not really. He taught me to sing.’ ‘And you […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Three

November 3, 2011 by

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2 As the deer Sun, starting her daily discipline denied for herself that repast at the shores of night. She in her searching, rose. There-in doing so, raising us all. Begun those muttered and lilting lines that the birds would continue throughout that day. As always, and a little behind the tune, Dalsarion awoke. ~~~~~ […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Two

November 2, 2011 by

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They were all very silent, still, as Dalis eased himself back to the uncertain ground. He looked at them, tried to meet their faces. Though they would not meet him, one for one they would meet each other’s look. What would they say to that? Then quietly and from the back, one hand was held […]

Malaysia

October 26, 2011 by

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When I arrive, quiet an uncommon chill holds but is not taken by the hooks of us, inside. Only the defeating bubble shrinks on us, and in our car, cooled late in the otherwise hot Malaysian night, we visit neighbouring kafes to drink tea, or to abstain, and are smaller–surrounded, but not taken–by unrequited rain. […]

Wednesday Poetry: Untitled

October 19, 2011 by

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All our shocked–and secretly smiling–bodies. ~~~~~ Wow this is a short one (but I love it)!

Wednesday Poetry: Listening

October 12, 2011 by

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Just a quickie! ;D ~~~~~ Watching you clack the keys. Board silent to me—your head wired to the sound; all I have is the plastic depression, the acoustic hollow. Though I see your neck bent over the perfection of your music. It is watching the smoke of a firework blow after the bang. The laser […]

Wednesday Poetry: Dogs in Love

October 5, 2011 by

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Funnily enough, this particular poem has also found itself (as prose) in Playing the Dragon King as discussed on Monday. ~~~~~ Guys dance; lights splash across floating glitter. We move by the dance floor as dust on a struck drum clash by the bar, crowd barely a man deep— and stand watching us. Now I know […]

Wednesday Poetry: Lomare

September 28, 2011 by

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I didn’t think I’d write you another poem, not for this occasion, and not for many more. Maybe in another life, when we both must– but not now. Then you went and told me of the roller skates in your childhood: mud drains, sisters, and gave me a little, younger you. I have precious insight […]

Wednesday Poetry: Six

September 22, 2011 by

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I crack my toes in the morning —languidly— and I think of you, as if beside me. That’s how the phrase turns. The nitrogen burst, like that of an upward-open eye. Pop! Could we laugh at that? And I know. I wish. To laugh in bed with you. It’s only one morning were I wake —and […]

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