senses poems Senses Poemssenses poems by ~livingcomforteagle
1) meet it halfway
when hope finds you it is yellow,
and it is underfoot, leaves crackling
like a spine,
and the earth cries it out,
spilling it from the green-smelling
tree branches, and it is
pacing around your room, hands
quivering with prickly words and sweltering language,
exploding stars inside its mouth,
and you expect to see white and gold glitter
fall through its lips, but
there is nothing; and
when you open the door, metal in your mouth,
it turns around and reaches
for you.
2) that other organ
the bluejay hits your window with
his wings spread out, eyes open,
and you listen for the sickening
slap an
I love your style, and the violin designs are so stunning! My favorite is the one made in Paris with a tree and a heart as it's root.
Sta.sh
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