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My lover's shadow, sharp against the snow,
catching sunlight from the starving skies,
surprises me, for how is it I know
my lover's shadow, sharp against the snow?
Familiar; though I argue, there it lies:
my lover's shadow, sharp against the snow,
catching sunlight from the starving skies.


(add another line in the middle to make it a real triolet--I got the form wrong)

MoonieJune

Apr. 25th, 2007 11:11 pm
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The poet's craft is to pick the right words.
There are too many words for you.
We were friends once, in summertime.
Your smile--
that smile--
there are no words.
I would gladly act the fool
if it meant you would shine
that light upon me
(and besides, there is some wisdom in foolishness,
and who is closer to the gods
than the Holy Fool?)
You were always perfectly reflected
by life--it mirrored you,
caught your essence.
Not even the earth,
not even the air
could resist the gentle fire of your smile,
the waters in your eyes.
Your joy could shake the foundations of my world.
Having lost your smile,
I have lost the sun, and
to lose your friendship
would lose me the moon.
My world would be dark.
There are no words.


 

[this is very old and has potential but needs a lot of work]

Mingle

Apr. 15th, 2007 11:32 pm
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I would like to know you, to feel
the space around your form, the air
distorted by your presence and your breath.
I would breathe
you
into me, take you inside
where we would mingle like salt and air.


 

[I should expand this, I think.  Suggestions welcome]

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