contact juggling
A Poem by Emily B
a collaboration with A True Gentleman
losing memories of groping in the dark, blindly
so much beauty here in the world..walking through...
identity..a concept upon waking..the texture of silk
oh to share the height of the smiling sky...
God's thoughts whisper into the fertile blue
the gentle murmur of spring breezes,
a walk through thawed leaves inspires a dance
as this catchy tune swirls through the heart of a bright day.
a dynamic manipulation and integration of senses
as things gather closely, safe to the ears and touch
no longer the need to beat at words with hammers
to fit them into that perfect circle.
Sphereplay..motion so pure even the gods can rest,
feeling less compelled to breathe upon us
these disorienting storms
no more wasted days trying the catch the wind
between these two hands
so that you might feel it on your face.
If the spirit could materialize
You could see inside out from me
and who else would need to know?
so much beauty here in the world..walking through...
I wish you could see through my eyes.
Please crawl under these covers of unison
These lids fit into a vintage suitcase, I promise..
I'll carry you with me wherever I go
© 2009 Emily B
Author's Note
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I wish you could see through my eyes sometimes, that's how it started.
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Very nice. I love the dreamy images you guys elicit here. As I read this collaborative poem; knowing yer voice, I was unable to detect when you were speaking. I suspect:
"God's thoughts whisper into the fertile blue
the gentle murmur of spring breezes,
a walk through thawed leaves inspires a dance..."
...is you. I agree with Phibby, the pace is gentle, and soft is the tone. The strength of this work for me is the dreamlike quality that these quiet-sounding verses produce within me.
The ending is nice also, but what do those 'lids' cover and what is their significance? The title is curious also.
Posted 15 Years Ago
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Added on March 13, 2009
Author
Emily BRichmond, KY
About
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..
Writing
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