I’m in the midst of a writing project. I am writing a poem which I write at the end of the day. What makes it a project is the form. Which is this: each day starting February 1st I write and on day 1 it’s a single word, day 2: 2 words, day 3: 3 words. Etc. I had planned on stopping at the end of the month but I wonder if I can make it a year. I will post at the end of the month. Both the complete and the by the day. It’s interesting because it’s not just the distilled moment that I normally write in, but is instead the slow accumulation and drift of my inner voice as the days themselves pass.
Poems
Destiny’s Blade
The space between beats
Waiting in the still hush
You are mine, whispers the soul
In the silence between
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Sitting alone, watching the sunset
Let me wrap you in my embrace
Tell me what you think/want/hope
I’ll show you my flaws and hope you don’t run
Show me your scars
I’ll kiss every one.
Like strangers or just strange
Foreigners even to our selves
Let us travel
And discover each other
We are not bound by convention
Why proceed conventionally
Break with our mundane reality
Let us know each other and be reborn
Or forego the metaphysics
and kiss me
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Moon rise on Sunset
Wavelengths reach out
Binding sun to sun
Reflections in the dust
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Winter Takes What Little is Left – Audio
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Winter takes what little is left
Make a fiddle from my bones
Shape me to useful tone
Anything is better than being alone
This incarnation whose heart was stone
Take flower from cracked deep marrow
Drink me and dance the yarrow
This single tear over my barrow
Or feed me into the hollow
This light, this love did change me
Though sullen shores beckon on bleak wings
Hope lightened the burden but broke my back
Times passage, preceded through
So drink my blood sugar lows
And hyacinth petals fall in order rows
Or fake your laughter, smiling bows
But I tarry never after
This simple crime that sings to sleep
Wakes the dreamer but breaches deep
Of brittle words to interpret, keep
We bite and struggle
suck air and tremble
Simpler still to heartbeat slow
And in the springtime
Cease
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The sleeper, wakes
This heart beats
It beats
It beats
I reach out
Through the sound
Through the pounding
Out through the reverberations
Shivering on the air
Until snaps sound
like gates crashing open
Sensation floods in
out beyond the boundaries
of skin
Every hair rises
Connection
I wake
I wake
I wake
Take my hand
Wake with me
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Quiet
The world holds hush
Silence hangs heavy
Breaking
Fighting for breath
Dream missive
Trying to find connection
Frantic
Resolution fades
Hope exhales
Last breathe
To shatter
In the silence
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Stones don’t remember
Know that I am alive
as we are born
and gently dying
shiver awake in light
break us apart
soaring to constellation sky
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Lowercase
I will make a canvas of your skin
In blacks and blues
In swirled greens and yellows
In words pressed deep into flesh
My marks will bind us
Deep as the soul
This possession of all that you are
Belies the truth
Your total possession of me
Looking up
Tears
Eyes pleading for one more flick of the lash
The key to your ownership
Words drip like heroin
“Thank you, Sir”
Pelgris 