September 2010
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another day
day before yesterday i was alright i admit the grayness affected me
i tried sprinkling light and sunshine on other people’s days i even think it worked
smiles were had
but today, and last night i need(ed) a HUG
…and some tea and warmth
and love…i always need love
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drinking wine from the bottle (bka why i love...
though this is actually still my day #1, i must catch up because i am human, and not hare
i love poetry because i love words…because i love to dance the placement of the feet so exacting and precise, or not at all
i love the flow of words when you’re really excited, or really sad i love the word “enjamb- ment”
how it can itself straddle the line between here and here...
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i think
everyone everywhere should sometimes break glasses (be it accidental or intentional) that have water in them
a) (#1) because it’s glass, which means it is, at some point, meant to be broken, and
b) because if you don’t, who’s gonna mop the floor???!?
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this morning
this morning i finally woke up from dreaming
they weren’t good to me—in one, i remembered a show that i had booked but had completely forgotten about. i had only the memory that it was tonight, that i had no accompaniment. no idea where the info was. gmail searches proved useless. = bad feelings about my organizational skills
in another, i saw my pastor bka uncle pops, who i...
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haiku to my 1st love
fast feet quick tongue, that smile. sacred twins we were. our paths crossed ten years soon.
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10 Day Poetry Challenge
hmmm…looks fascinating (if i can even log on this many times…and i? a poem, in FORM? YEARS i tell you, YEARS) let’s go
caitsmeissner:
I should do this right? I’m going to do this. I was realizing yesterday that I haven’t written a poem in way. Too. Long.
flaneur-:
fuckmewithwords:
Day 1: Haiku to your first love.
Day 2: Why you love poetry
Day 3: Your favorite poem...
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“go with the flow”
– a whole bunch of people on different days in life, including india arie, 1st album, track 6
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today i felt alone....no lonely
you know the debate between alone and lonely?
i like to think i’m never alone—that some force of nature, or being; some power beyond my understanding…God/Mother Earth/Father Sea/Oshun…whatever name works at the time
is watching over me, walking with me, calling my name even when i cannot hear it. even when i ignore it
so i don’t think for one minute i was alone...
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been a long time
but don’t worry. it’s a good thing. it means i’m living, loving, thinking, moving, praying, being, growing
one question that’s getting to me today though, is, are we growing? like, as a whole…? i have a friend who’s a curator at the caribbean culture center in manhattan…she does all she can to make people aware of artistic expression around issues that...
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“does art make people do?”
– conversation with my sis 