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 |  A new book to house this year's (and future years) NationalPoetryMonth's daily poems. |
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I'm writing once again this year. This book is my special event place for thirty special poems. Here for National Poetry Month in 2018, I'm participating but life has not been kind in the last 15 months, so I'm not always in writing mode. |
this most sincere desire, beyond food and sleep and companionship, emboldens us to escape ourselves through the drain holes somehow bored into our solitude, unknowing we follow our postures of hope on radio waves as they travel past the homeless dark side of the sun into budding moon crescents, and like match to fire, emblazon our new found twin spirits the trajectory follows a mischievous voyage on a magic carpet studded with gold and gems we wait in asanas, for wandering pain to subside The Seeker, The Opening, The Dreamer, waiting for The Individual Explosion to hail the magnitude of Two Arms Welcoming The Universal Quest love, like atoms in stellar fusion, paired thus with a tangy sweetness of belonging, unaware we balance this unity throughout the dizzying spin of constellations lighting distant planets alive, each of us a star with a billion light years mapped into the past/present/future continuum we do not feel the pulse of the in-betweenness the heartbeat of up versus down that levitates to bypass our thoughts, images and a preference for blues or yellows and coerce us into spider-web memories floating through the growing pains of becoming nuanced with binary yes/no responses, not related to brine-imbued summer skies and winter hearths instead, we weave great tapestries of breath that grow as thick and strong as forests pungent sanctuaries to promote life abundance until a single star dies and surprised, we mourn something that unglues a few of our atoms repositioned like pink glares fade from sunset we morph into books of poems where life and death play out romance better than each scene from Romeo and Juliet starcrossed, they, our childhood tin soldiers, learned the prematurity of the big bang’s afterlife qasida #4: posing for photographs [2018.8.4…c] |
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