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each stone

Please put the poets
face on the front cover
or as a backdrop on
the first page barred over
by the words.

 Already I am
making
dark fringed eyes for this
 woman
who has had
a lonely bed since the war.
There are two pieces of rotten chocolate
on the coffee table.

and this one is a
student
of windows watching
raindrops combine and roll
down the glass.  He watches trains.
He remembers a woman with gloves.

but I also have this habit
to make poets of those
who throw themselves around
their lives their words
won't hide their stitches.

you know this.

you see  it in an eye
before it blinks.
— whitetea, Sep 12, 2008

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Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Chrystos, Mark Strand, Adrienne Rich, Naomi Shihab Nye, Rachel M. Simon, Donald Justice, Mary Oliver, Nikki Giovanni, Alice Walker, Bukowski, Mary Lambert

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whitetea

whitetea

17 years 8 months ago

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thankyou for reading this Richard.
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orgami

17 years 9 months ago

rain

like combers breaking along the glass the thunder of the passioned heart roaring living beyond living within Loved this poem immensely
whitetea

whitetea

17 years 8 months ago

you have such a creative

you have such a creative mind, orgami. thankyou for reading this so closely. and thankyou for responding in the language of poetry.
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orgami

17 years 8 months ago

the moon has hidden the morning cream

and night has stolen like a scheme a beetle in his suit so grand he skips across the water dand the calliope for morning cries to wake the shoes for feet to size the shopkeeps keys of coloured brass the youngsters hurry to school so brash So if in finding in a turn a bottle of the finest churn Let maiden of the stars so fair we chide her joke and plaud her dare (I'm awfully tired on this windy misty rainy day but I created this Your image reminds to me scrollwork on late eighteen hundred pistols and books of poems from England and America something fanciful Edwardian or thereabouts)