Pretty Thinker

2012-02-04T11:45:00.000-08:00

Girl with Time

Morning love

I’ve got my

Eyes on you

Peripherally

One fourth of you

Is still smashing

A smidgen of a maybe light in your eye

Is a buttercup flower

A chocolate filled with valentine

An edge of a cliff

A trance

A slap in the face

A dance

A delicate chain

Attached to a star

To pull, neatly

As we unite

Dusk dreams

Still love

Midnight

2012-01-13T12:53:00.000-08:00

She often loves, in circles

She often fades like ice

There are many stars she’s chosen

But wandering is her vice

& like an old carousel, she’s broken

Beautiful, though tired

Still late at night if you press her

-She sounds just like her colors...

2012-01-03T11:20:00.000-08:00

2011-12-20T08:14:00.000-08:00

maven.

You watch me like a fire

And I rise in the moon for it

Lighting you all-true-blue

Darling, say you’re staying

We are resonating now

Like panther claws

& sweet ivy

All the pain I’ve bottled up

Grabs your heart like drowning

Nothing that matters is

Almost with you

All these baby stems & a tragedy

I, the maven, of bittersweet.

2011-12-16T10:58:00.000-08:00

(Excerpt from "A Crowded Place" by Amy Fairweather)

You happened upon me that day

Though in the distance, you stood out

As beautiful familiarity often does

Like fish caught up inside a stream

We were trapped in the crowd

I smiled in surprise

You barely smiled back and shifted your gaze

You could not look at me, not solely

You sent a considerate nod

And then moved through the throng

To somewhere

Anywhere but near me, it seemed

And that was all

You had nothing I ever imagined for me...

2011-12-10T08:32:00.001-08:00

2011-12-01T10:00:00.000-08:00

There were mornings

When the sun would shine through

My window like a glass gate

I’d turn to my side

And feel the day to be

Like a sea of first breath

Now evening falls in a perched land

I lie in bed like a fish hook

And there, I see him again

A man waits for my lights return

A boy says he loves me like fresh earth in my arms

My heart is a box of letters

Threaded to a violet star

2011-11-18T10:12:00.000-08:00

This star is your little heart

A moonlit whisper, a satin string,

A bed of Queen Anne’s lacing

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(i'm four months pregnant

- thank you Jesus)

2011-11-10T15:11:00.000-08:00

no time.

Should I discover you

In by and bys

Marking up my skin

Pulling roots to own the earth

Within these wintry hands

A ballerina shall turn again

Near my fading gravity

Should I simply run so far

To exhale my very agony

Like black smoke from a

Rusted train

Taking up the sky

Finding a bluebird’s heart

As she soars like a ribbon, leading to you

Should I ever be found

Apart from this world

Like a divided locket

Dangling near the sea

Wondering on things that will

Never, ever be

Let me live this way!

For I have a broken heart

- I have a broken heart

don't they know they can not

fix it?

This wound will never heal

But for resting.

gone.

2011-09-06T10:19:00.000-07:00

Gone.

You are gone

Though I always swore you would not be

& then you’d look at me

Your eyes as tired as every

Sleepless night you suffered &

Every poison that traced your veins

You’d tell me that you hoped that I

Was right.

You’re gonna get better.

I would say

& always from you, I hope so.

I had enough optimism for the both of us

& now that aches the matter even more

In some strange way, I feel like a liar

Oh you are joyous & free, I know.

But I wanted to see you better here.

To acquire the body you deserved back

To dine happily in nodding laughter

To rest in your dwelling, cozy splendor

To set out in your boat neath a

Flickering cleared sun

Your heart shouting joy!

The battle is won!

& like catching two lost summers

You would be gone for days

But now you are gone forever

& that hurts just like it sounds

I’ve stopped trying to understand.

I will miss you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

dedicated to my brother Mark, who battled cancer for two years and just when it seemed like all was about to be well, he was gone- august 24, 2011.

one day i will see you again.

2011-08-14T15:02:00.000-07:00

There is a shadow over my heart now

A tide that once turned round

My ankles like spooling the soul

Now moves me off the sand

Backwards, sick & somber

Impossible-ness is

Happening

The sort that aches & mystifies

Old summer sounds sift thru

The screen like I could run out &

Touch them & all this emptiness would

Gather itself inside a diary

Tucked away, no matter

Oh this dismal news, like fog

Lift & let him stay!

& in belled fields I will wander

Far & happy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

image

what once was loved.

2011-08-01T16:27:00.000-07:00

She has a mind for corners

& dying cigarettes

Half bent on the grass

Like an archway to the bees

Swollen- trotted

it’s always-something

she calls on him

& hears his voice

Though never sees his face

Her finger laces the air

She moans – I’m such a liar!

The deer scatter, a window opens

The sun setting like it’s broken.

august nothing.

2011-07-28T16:37:00.000-07:00

August nothing.

I will come back to you

Like English tea

Staining the cuff of your business shirt

Resembling a puddle neath

An insipid light

You will turn ever so slight

To see if I am there

& of course, I will not be

But my tousled spirit

Shall set you chin-down consumed

As I am far away

Behind a fog drift window

Near yellow-pink chrysanthemums

Lifting their chins to dear me it all

For it is much too late to not know

Some things certainly

Love plays like sunlit chords

- When it ends, you are either inspired or

Long to be dead.

Puppet shows are for children, yes?

evening eighty seven.

2011-07-26T14:34:00.000-07:00

a collection.

2011-07-22T08:05:00.000-07:00

Heart Drumming by amy fairweather | Make Your Own Book

i have finished another collection
entitled heart drumming

this is a small preview. 

a wish.

2011-07-08T09:20:00.000-07:00

a wish

Inside this life of yours and mine

I can not wish for anything more

Except for the very thing of it

- More

2011-07-05T15:10:00.000-07:00

2011-07-02T11:32:00.001-07:00

like love.

2011-06-29T14:45:00.000-07:00

Like love.

I waited for you, like love

Pastel pink cheek bones

Fast beating heart

A songbird in my palm

I knew you would come soon

Clean shaven jaw

Strong collected hands

A nod under the most dissimilar bough

We came together knowingly

Foggy woods opening to a

Sunlit lake of pattering blue

Trees leaning with the wind

And you

Leaning in to me

Pressing your heart to mine

Potent

Parallel

Forever.

midnight & often.

2011-06-24T21:03:00.000-07:00

Things are scrambled now

Like a wild haunting fire

& burning ever the same

Nothing winds down while

Holding on so tightly

Flowers named Jenny

Look like us neath the moon

When we were twisted & bright

In black waters.

Let us sail this sea, no harboring.

ascending june.

2011-06-17T08:53:00.000-07:00

I no longer wish to be your girl

There, I said it

So frisk-it as you may with her

& lie smartly under the stars like such a man

I am sure you will tell her those things

That you always said were just for me

& she will believe it all

Why wouldn’t she, you’re such a

Good-good boy.

Go on now.

Fish for things in rhythmic lakes

You always were fond of the sound

You do look sweeter neath the sun

When you turn your head to view something

You squint and smirk and say such marvelous twaddle

Oh! I love it all

Or, perhaps I did.

But now, I really, no longer do.

Flowers, pennies, stars, how are these plagues for the heart?

a hundred sparrows.

2011-05-28T16:24:00.000-07:00

I have almost left this town, many times

I have packed my bags full of

Everything I see, except to leave one bit of me

On the window sill for you to find

To press against your heart and wonder

Where I am, like pleading...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

photo&excerpt copyrighted by me

jane.

2011-05-23T14:47:00.000-07:00

...does she stand there, so close

And change to my silhouette 

Like a ghost, (you let) 

Do you ever ache with her cheek to yours

As I spill through her pores 

And you smile a smile that she doesn’t know 

And can not see

A happiness held by me...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

photo and poem copyrighted by me

it's a strange thing.

2011-05-19T08:21:00.000-07:00

it's a strange thing.

if she dances like that tomorrow

- you will love her

yes, you will

and I will reside on a patchwork

floor with a bowl of grapes

and a vase of daises

rolling my eyes in the tragedy of it all

if she leaves you be, for days

- you will want me

yes, you will

& I will run far-far away

over the yellow washed field

but only for you to catch me

& jitter out your terrible excuses

like an alley cat to the fair maiden

if she calls on you, after that

and you love her

(if you do)

- I will wonder why again

cry too hard to let you know

& then I’ll let you go

and if you never understand

& come around to ask me why

i’ll only sigh & smile

as a wrench drives in my side

& tell you love never works this way

& set out to find a life of days

- for always, without you.

~~~~~~~~~~~

photo & poem copyrighted by me, amy fairweather.

summer.

2011-05-14T19:06:00.000-07:00

summer.

Summer has just begun

& there are sailboats in your eyes

Stony roads to tall-tall trees

Animals scurrying to the brushed heavens

Gardenia letters

Silver hearts

Vanilla on you, darling

Jars of sparks

Ghosts of lovers

Hot memory attics trace

- All sand

~~~~~~~~~~~

photo & poem copyrighted by me.

~~~~~~~~xo~~~~~~~~~~~

potentially yours.

2011-05-07T09:18:00.000-07:00

what is missed? if running to get you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

photo.

change my mind

2011-04-28T09:26:00.000-07:00

change my mind.

Haunt me this evening

Stand below the

Every light

Skim past my side

When he takes my hand

Whisper to me your

Sense – infuse me

With reflective - ness

Be the king upon my card

Mouthing our escape

Take me to the

Summit of us

Make me see you, implore!

Convince me you need me - more!

I swear I shall close my notion

He is but a stream substituting

Your ocean

Oh love

- If only you’d fight

For me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

photo copyrighted by me
poem copyrighted in collection by me

pretty things.

2011-03-31T08:42:00.000-07:00

Pretty things.

You fill me with such pretty things

Your watercolor eyes, do fall

You seek to tell me what you wish

And one by one, I want it all

~~~~~~~~~~~~

photo copyrighted by me

poem copyrighted by me

2011-03-19T08:52:00.000-07:00

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source

what is fair.

2011-03-07T08:30:00.000-08:00

What is fair.

I am low, once again

Like trapped inside a crowded city

Like first merrily spinning & then too dizzy

I shall be sick & smile.

Once young heart! Be excited again

When? When! Did all get so sad?

Without my knowing

Or going, really, anywhere

Certainly I know, He will get me passed this

But finding patience this tired

Is twice as tricky

Hold it; hold on, I’ll be right soon

In days, or weeks

Though I can not note so clearly now

Though my mouth says words to the mirror

As my tired eyes, stare

At her, at me, this someone else

This new she - of strength & sorrow

Wait! A glimpse of yesterday!

Ah, dive in it

Ah, clutch its comfort as close to

My swollen heart as gentle lost friends

I will take even less than a minute

If it reminds me of life before this

& how this now will soon be a means to more

Energy beneath the sun

Be it - won

Or merely - done

And now I am low, once again

(fake smile)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

photograph here
poetry copyrighted by me

mere rose.

2011-03-06T09:56:00.000-08:00

Mere Rose

Mere rose, soft flower, you came so sweetly

Set on a table, profound and neatly

I lifted you high as I spun in fond laughter

But to my quickened eye, long tears followed after

My hand holds you still, but now, not the same

Tightly wound in despair, upon reading her name

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

photograph here

poetry copyrighted by me

your memory.

2011-01-25T10:24:00.000-08:00

your memory.

Rummaging through old and

New seasons

Throwing kisses upon

My sleep

Folding up my fragile smile

Reflecting in waters as tranquil

As I can not stand

Forever and never webbed in

An old haunted tree

Seeping your voice inside

Quiet halls where old lovers

Dance to scattered prose

Pouring trails of snowflakes

Upon July grass

To slip me up for

The summer

Standing still and

Completely clear

In the zooming past of

Everywhere.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

photograph here

poetry copyrighted by me here

summer's gone.

2011-01-14T07:42:00.000-08:00

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photo copyrighted by Dahlia Sentimental

in time.

2011-01-07T14:16:00.000-08:00

in time.

I can bargain

With my heart

To let you go

And she may listen

Though dismayed

I imagine she will

Lightly, give you away

But every so often

As I find myself not

Where I am

You will

Emerge from my

Childhood lake

As radiant as the

Sleekest summer sun

And stand upon

The dock

To once more

Not love

My name.

~~~~~~~~~~~

poem copyrighted by me

photo here

sweet ophelia

2010-12-22T18:50:00.000-08:00

Sweet Ophelia

I would not love you

But for the red brook inside my heart

Pleasuring me, calm

In sounds of your speech

I would not love you

But for the bursting garden amidst my soul

Lavishing my ankles

I rest, not whole

I would not love you

But for the broken stairs of a hill

Emitting you

Each season, still

Oh love, if you could wake my heart

With certainty too cruel

I’d grieve as

Sweet Ophelia!

And I would not love you

~~~~~~~~~~

poem by me & copyrighted in collection

photography copyrighted by me

up and coming... please stay with me.

2010-11-19T14:26:00.000-08:00

pretty thinker from amy fairweather on Vimeo.

i am looking forward to releasing my book soon...
this video is a small glimpse into its essence... xo

once around.

2010-11-06T16:37:00.000-07:00

once around.

The birds never change

They sound the same

I am ten

I am twelve

Fourteen – again

And I’ve wasted the same

Amount of time now

As back then

Thinking on what doesn’t

Matter

Moving to where I don’t

Need to be

Everything changes in time

But the birds

- They sound

The same.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
photograph & poem copyrighted by me

rambling overture.

2010-11-01T10:41:00.000-07:00

rambling overture.

You have a sparrow’s heart

Hands that move like sparkling carnival rides

The widowed swans sway like love letters upon kaleidoscope windows

Someone always says “be careful” just as my telescope finds the mightiest ship

that I know could alter my life.

The raven holds a message, beseeching mysteriously, I chase it

Plunging into breathlessness can be a sign of the most extravagant beginning

or even a wrenching end

I shall risk it all, divinely.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

photo and poem copyrighted by me

this pain.

2010-10-18T08:10:00.000-07:00

this pain.

What pain can be less than you

That I can feel it and say

- oh it does not compare

What pain can be just like you

That I can have it and equate

- this recognizable dagger

What pain can be more than you

That I can bear it and wearyingly utter

- you were not everything

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
photograph and poem copyrighted by me

Love’s Disparity.

2010-10-07T07:43:00.000-07:00

Love’s Disparity

There are times when I think of you

In slow motion

Have you ever felt so moved?

Oh love, I should not still care, but I truly do

My love, I’ve set you neath the largest stones

But it seems you ascend their immensity

Just like some sort of king, who has no rules

Or does, but charmingly defies them all

I never knew you could ride a horse so brilliantly

And all this way, every night? That painting never

Knew its course, I hardly loved it until you left me

I blush with every unabashed thing you do

But I want it most and completely

And if there is ever

Another engagement set out for me that would

Alter your downy arrival

You know paper gets lost quite simply

Some nights I want to believe

What this hero tells me

He should not try to rescue me so flat-out

But he does light his eyes fittingly

While asking me things, sublime

All my answers sound like yours&mine

Oh! This should never be right

But should I be so Lonely

No one ever tastes a stars haloed breath

No matter how brightly it shines

You fail this chest, so cruel

Have you ever felt so moved?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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photo copyrighted by me

to say love.

2010-09-24T08:21:00.000-07:00

To Say Love

If summer’s light

Begs you gone

To fade behind

A groaning tree

Would you think

To leave a trail

To let my heart then

- Follow thee

If fall inhales

The fire of dusk

And swoons the minutes

To smoke your eyes

Would you ponder

The extent of visions

And let your soul

Bid otherwise

If winter tests

The fondest beings

So dreary that

They come undone

Would you be a

Feast of warmth

And let us add

A matchless

Sum

When spring bestows

The drench of new

A watercolor

Summoned earth

Will you soon

Pursue a quest

To jewel my hand

In blossom’s

Mirth

Oh life is not

A dreamt example

Not every bit

A child’s sky

But let us, love

Resist the trample

The proof of worth

- All we defy

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

photo and poem copyrighted by me

patterns and epitomes.

2010-09-04T08:24:00.000-07:00

patterns and epitomes.

I find myself

Far away

Under a no light

Under the no moon

But neath a distended

Ambiance

A custom, I suppose

For I come back

Mostly on those nights

No one would believe it is me

For who is a girl that wanders?

Ungrateful and so, no name

But I know why I lie there

Inside certain patterns and epitomes

My thumping heart sounds different

Within such a ghostly draw

But when tiredness does fall

I sneak back to my bed

He never turns his head

And come morning, I hardly believe it

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

poem copyrighted by me

along the way.

2010-08-13T18:53:00.000-07:00

along the way.

In the light blue of your

Leaving me, I could not speak the

Correct words as they traveled through

My fancy spring time, poorly

I ran to our pond that

Stood, deeply opaque

It did not lend an embrace

- But bargained with all around

To match its wistful manner

And I felt as faint as a scene

Cut out of a playwrights dream

The pond fashioned perfectly

A sorry reflection of me

Then moving its indigo precision

Loaning to me, Us - as a vision

I tried to catch it, still

No sanity could break my will

Falling in, a well dressed rock

Saving myself, upon the dock

I lied breathless amidst butterfly's laughter

Energy spent on nothing to capture

I suppose that is what all love will do

Or perhaps, just I

For you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

photo here

poem copyrighted by me

To: Girl

2010-07-17T07:19:00.000-07:00

To: Girl

If you want love to find you

- Be lovely

If you feel too lonely

- Tell God

If you can not change

What is making you ache

-Cry out loud and then

Move on

darling.

2010-06-16T17:08:00.000-07:00

darling.

The warrior sky deepened

As it cut stars

Into my diary

Swinging down

Upon us ornaments of

Gaiety and warmth

You held me

Securely and I

Attired myself

As a ballerina

To reach your mouth

And steal your words

Their honey quenching

This loophole between

Magnetic conversation and

Impatient desire

Oh we could rest

Any place as desolate

And gray as one

Alley – bent

And I would still

Feel the ceaseless

Path of our gardened

Wedding bed

For no land

Can steal your

Darling.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

photography copyrighted by me: Dahlia Sentimental

poem copyrighted by me in collection: blue birds drag the stars

my heart won't believe.

2010-06-13T11:48:00.000-07:00

My Heart Won’t Believe

I’m penniless

Without you

I’ve not a place to go

No friends to dine amidst

No thing to list

If you won’t come here

To pull me to you in your lament

So I could kiss over you

With a pardon as soft as

The stream of your sorrow

I don’t want another

To beg my hand

I’d rather be less conscious

On some barren land

Perhaps wishing on you

But at least finding rest

Uttering moments

Solitude won’t contest

No one should come my way

No one, not now

For what sort of words

Flee a desperate mouth

I only want to hear us

Even if it is your heart

Shifting towards mine

As slow as time changes the season

I ache for you

Like the sun

With only cold things

To lie upon

I feel your vacancy

And yet I strongly admire

Pressing into emptiness

I moan - a mere liar

Oh love, I can not go very far

But under a draping willow tree

She rustles, brushing secrets

- There, you will find me.

~~~~~~~

poem copyrighted within A Poetess Confessed collection

photograph copyrighted by Dahlia Sentimental Photography

we meet again.

2010-05-27T06:35:00.000-07:00

please let this be

not coincidence

not loneliness approaching

some body

nor paths so broken they meet

to say what can

only warm the unsettling air

i am swept into his smile

like stardust over the moon

i lie upon his lap

and sleep as though her womb

we've not adjacent lives

but there is an aisle now, lit smooth

no slanted noosed pain can move again

not within his reach

love may not be easily right

but gathered steadily through time

and if that is yours and mine

- come keep me

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

poem & image copyrighted by me.

wild sea

2010-05-14T10:26:00.000-07:00

Forgive me 

Like the wild sea

If I am so cold

If I am that rapid

If I may lean as too far away begins 

I am as the wild sea

Too strong for my own good  

But I didn't mean a thing 

For doesn’t the very wind break a tree 

That once it moved, adoring.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

poem by me

photo here

perfect timing.

2010-05-05T16:06:00.000-07:00

2010-04-26T13:20:00.000-07:00

keeping her heart a secret

... only wasted a key...

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excerpt from L. Book by me.

photo here

eight metaphors

2010-04-20T17:04:00.000-07:00

Eight Metaphors

If I did not (so often) think of you

I have grown too weary of that phrase

For what a boredom, when wondering who

Could substitute your spring lit gaze

And why should one devise a plan

To whisk away my easy pleasure

Though most say I’ve excessive dreams

Who rules so right to take the measure?

I stand alone upon a bridge

They often see me and think dismayed

But oh as they should pass me by

I breathe relief and sigh unscathed

And though your distance is persisting

Eight kindled metaphors press my night

To once again believe your whispers

Shall someday be my breathless sight

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picture from weheartit.com

poem copyrighted by me

again

2010-04-10T11:25:00.000-07:00

Again

Has there ever been a moment
When you were amongst a crowd
And you imagined my face
In someone’s place
Just to love me once again

Does the rain ever remind you
Of how I wept
The night I saw you
And you were with her
You know I felt a bit deranged
Like a little girl
Losing her way
I ran to find solace in the misty air
And prayed such a foreign prayer
For you to just love me
Once again

And when you moved on
It seemed so absurd
I could hear our ideas
As you shared them with her
I wondered so many times
If you ever kissed her tight
Or touched her hair
And then with all your want
Believed I was there
To heal the quest
Of tasting me
For insanity, sane
And loving me
Once again

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

picture here

poem from my collection kissing paper

beyond

2010-04-06T18:44:00.000-07:00

Beyond

There are feathers as

Light as us

Beyond the somewhere in

This soul of life

They turn inside a sun crowned field

And flowers bend in sleepy joy

The colors of our hearts will strand an

Infinite aisle

- Sentimental, for gazing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

poem copyrighted by me

photo unknown source, please tell me if you know. :)

window.

2010-04-02T08:00:00.000-07:00

Window.

There is an open window in my heart

It chills me to the bone

In the middle of these soundless nights

I hear you, coming home

Inside the shadow of a tree

I cry, our days, all gone

Its stretching, rustling, moving slow

What heart should wait this long?

Am I the girl within the words

That used to make me flee

Are you the man upon the stretch

- A bottle set, to sea.

Oh love, profess it, either way

Just make it clear to me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

picture here

poem copyrighted by me

our earth still breathes.

2010-03-30T16:08:00.000-07:00

Our Earth Still Breathes

Spreading a glow

In her palm

She wraps it around

Her neck

Leaning back

To kiss you, strikingly

The pull of

Of her approval

Tilting you

Into me

As we ate celebration

From a paper plate

Picking appropriate clouds

I bent atop you

Like a deep green

Stem of daydreams

My blossom hair

Sprawling out upon

Your fresh – ness

Water me again

She calls you back home

You pluck a flower

Near your eye

Oh love, our earth can

Not be zipped up into death

Have you learned

Your lesson yet?

Forever grows

Shorter

Each year

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

picture here
poem copyrighted by me

i hope.

2010-03-25T07:52:00.000-07:00

i hope.

Down this road

I hope to know you

Like unplanned evenings out

And morning calls before

The birds

Like silken ribbon

Curling over my heart

And dedicated music inside

My palm

I hope to watch

This page of us

Turn slowly

As its colors fly

Freely off the page

Soaking us in

Ridiculous pleasure

And all we’d ask - is to be

Stained.

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from my 2009 release: blue birds drag the stars

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Till fall.

2010-03-21T19:40:00.000-07:00

I think when winter comes

I will see you in sleigh rides

I suppose when spring returns

I will hear you in early sounds

I bet when summer leaves

I will feel you near my side

Pressing me to wait

- Till fall

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over you.

2010-03-18T08:52:00.000-07:00

over you.

You are blue eyes beneath a

White hat leading me to the

Beach that is closed for the

Season – another reason

To add too much sugar in my coffee

As I sit on a bench and stare

At an old theater, swearing the

Sign is going to fall

You distract me inside meadows of

Flowers that I can not name

For my head is filled with a

Tangled necklace that needs

To be fixed so that it can

Wear into my neck like

Heart shaped discipline

As I am swooned in the dark

Of his normalcy.

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poem copyrighted (2009,by me)

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i love you.

2010-03-13T09:43:00.000-08:00

I love you

I love you like

I’ve known you

Met you someplace else before

Live with me a lifetime more

I love you like

Happy birds – bouncing odd

Morning sun’s – imagined nod

Spring time secrets – lying in a field

Thirteen promises - sealed

First – crush- rush

If only I could touch

Running start upon the sand

Take my hand and

Jump!

Hitting the ocean so blue

And as deep

As my love for you

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rest knowing, i love you still

2010-03-09T07:47:00.001-08:00

Rest Knowing, I Love You Still

When a field opens up into
Your bedroom
And you lie in it like
My heart
I will settle on a branch
To prepare a budding song
And you can in-half smile
Dabbing clover
Upon your sorrow
And wish my wings to
Try you again
And I shall
Circle you
As softly as you imagined
You can shiver
You can kill the pain
Upon my breast
To catch the clef
That sings us
No words of debate
I’ve forgiven you
(My seventh sense)
And a dozen rose

Can wait

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whispers.

2010-03-06T06:42:00.000-08:00

whispers. 

sometimes little whispers come to me like light

shining through the trees

it all settles in and i just like to listen

as you say to me

i am the fairest one of all

more than this thing, beauty

you fit the crescents of my heart

just as i longed to be

everything, to you

who whispers like balmy light

through these nested trees. 

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remembering.

2010-03-05T14:33:00.000-08:00

remembering.

Time fades

As sorrow grays the sky

I release an ache

And you touch my sleeve

Like love lost does

Your gravity angles our

Worlds correct

I collected some of

Your light

That night you

Vanished down

The cold, damp street

My temperate words

Moving in your

Troubled cup

You turned away

Your back burned

Into my chest

I prayed you would

Drink them all

Now I wish – just a sip

My void is in your voice

She sees your game

-You lose

And I am not

So sorry.

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