![]() On HoldA Poem by IvyI would love to know the Normal route from A to Be a bit more "in the know" of these sorts of things. But while I seldom leave my comfort zone --a deep trench leveling out somewhere around oakland, I think-- I've managed to take pit-stops on hold for 12 different police departments world-wide. My Pleas have been to Sydney and London, but that was just the beginning. In a way, I have seen the world. I gave you directions to Dangerland; I taught you to take a trip without google maps, which couldn't have helped you anyway. Not even google can tell you where a Bird will fall mid-flight quarter-flight Barely off the ground and just how fast you must run to catch it. My net is getting full, but the Weight in my arms keeps me awake. I hope her chirping will keep you awake. I hope she still chirps. I wonder if there is a Normal route-- a foil for your symptoms-- a catalyst for your incarceration-- or if we all trudge through our own silly detours and if that is the whole point. I always imagined the Normal route would tickle the tongue like cinnamon on christmas. Instead, you make me smell Iron, but your Bare skin looks so gorgeous against the Snow. © 2011 Ivy |
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Added on November 13, 2011 Last Updated on November 13, 2011 Author![]() IvyCAAboutHere's my poetry. The good, the bad, the downright horrendous. Take it for what it's worth. If you choose to critique it, be brutal. Poets of interest: William Shakespeare, E.E. Cummings, Sylvia Pla.. more..Writing
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