Joli Dy
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Siren to Her ChanteuseA Poem by Joli DySandalwood oilRubbed warmBetween my palms,A scent that aches my chestAs I comb fingers through my hair,Longing for yours instead.Your hair, dark and s.. |
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Silhouette of a SighA Poem by Joli DyAlong the banks of rivers In early morning hours When sun and moon Are sleepy neighbors yet, I have watched the fishermen Casting into the sky, t.. |
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Old Cast NetA Poem by Joli DyThe last orange moments of the day Catch rides on the backs of dragonflies To menace my path with their fleeting shadows. “Chirra chirra&rd.. |
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Compass RoseA Poem by Joli DyI found you at the bottom of my glass In the last drop of my well-aged despair And something inside of me let go. Something vital died in near sile.. |
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Dear Cliche' Quoters in My Every DayA Poem by Joli DyA little fun for a Friday |
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IndulgenceA Poem by Joli DyAnd the morning wears her wings While I hitch and haw my way through things Still wearing last Thursday like a wet towel Or a tightly trussed monas.. |
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Ne me quitte pasA Poem by Joli DyKnothole shapes shift in the paneling As soon as she is alone again. Dustmotes shimmer in the spiderwebs That no one else sees. She worries that t.. |
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InhaleA Poem by Joli DyRemember when breathing was reflex And the heart knew its own beat? A lungful of air Sweet cool air So close I can see you breathing So I must .. |
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Tiresius, AlasA Poem by Joli DyThe allure of a dream... Egret, white on the wing In a rose quartz sky. Too much of augury And auspices On my porch tonight Where the Creole moo.. |
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Mai StirringA Poem by Joli DyThe scholar rolls his shoulders, Raises his creased brow past candle To the window, that he might regard her once again, Causing the carefu.. |
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