whitetea

May 22, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

a nocturnal republic

the people in my dreams speak slowly they are trying to interpret every gaze skin washes over their bones simple misunderstandings the people in my dreams want to know they focus they weave in their understandings the landscape is absent of villians They pocket dinner mints. They have swept the porches from heavens gates and corked off the pit through which you would otherwise tumble to hell conflict exists they dont agree usually, determined with each token And skip rope with a triple helix

— whitetea, May 22, 2010

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About the Author

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

Critiques

Seren

16 years ago

Dear WT

Sigh I cannot find fault my friend ... congrates for again inspiring me ... brilliant write smile ... only thing I would tidy the format up a tad love and hugs Jayne-Chloe ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

whitetea

16 years ago

hello

Noted. I can clean it up when I get my internet back on. I'm writing this from my phone. Thankyou

whitetea

16 years ago

thanks

Thanks for dropping by. The characters in my dreams get confused or angry at their worst but they are usually willing to talk. Unless I'm having a nightmare sometimes there are characters that aren't that way but usually I dream about people who are very interactive and watchful

Kailashana

16 years ago

Interwoven… Triple helix.

Interwoven... Triple helix. What a dream! Thank you for sharing, as always your poetry raises the bar. ~A "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

Kailashana

16 years ago

I forgot to mention you

I forgot to mention you should publish that in several peace poets venues. http://www.propeace.net/ http://poetsforhumanrights.ning.com/ http://www.poetsagainstthewar.org/ Really! "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

whitetea

16 years ago

really? do you think so

Thanks for the suggestion I will submit it and give it a shot.

xena465

16 years ago

Nice write Whitetea

There's a couple of typos too... of {villians} …[villains] They pocket dinner mints. they {dont} agree usually, …[don’t] determined with each token Rosina xena465

whitetea

16 years ago

Thanks for pointing that

Thanks for pointing that out. I typed that out on my phone sometime past midnight. My phone is the only way I can get online since my internet has been down for a week. Its easy to miss the small things on my phone.

Kassie

16 years ago

Nice Descriptions

You have some really nice descriptions. "skin washes over their bones" is my favourite. =) nice!

Esker

16 years ago

You have this poet voice

your writing is of a depth that is quite interesting it for me stands out clearly and each poem is something I await one of the long standing creative poets here you post a body of work that is cleverly written I cant begin to describe your talent here other then my few paltry tries a truly amazing poet you are Esker~

weirdelf

16 years ago

This stands on its own

and I have taken the liberty of changing some line breaks and only removed one phrase see what you think. the people in my dreams speak slowly they are trying to interpret every gaze skin washes over their bones simple misunderstandings the people in my dreams want to know they focus they weave in their understandings the landscape is absent of villains They pocket dinner mints. They have swept the porches from heavens gates and corked off the pit through which you would tumble to hell conflict exists they don't agree usually, determined with each token And skip rope with a triple helix Cheers, Jess, Reprehensibly irrepressible, "the alleged short-cut to knowledge, which is faith, is only a short-circuit destroying the mind." [Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged]