Posted by Juniper on Jul 18, 2009 in
poem of the week
catching wind,
slender fingers reach out,
grasping everything and nothing.
curling over like dead men: five fallen.
this smothering air you breathe in;
you live for the unobtainable.
yet it’s always moving around you,
for it cannot leave. it will not leave.
it fills you up,
and it pushes you away.
your foe is your friend.
Love me.
[Read full poem on YWS!]
Posted by Juniper on Jul 11, 2009 in
poem of the week
Shell by shell, imperfection compresses itself into mid-air.
It creates a silent state of delirium throughout upstate New York.
Right before human eyes, it made the front page and we’re wondering (by the thousands) if this is Reality or a trick of the Times.
The wife: the Fantasy, He: the Island:
William, William wake up Honey—there are men out [...]
Posted by Juniper on Jul 4, 2009 in
poem of the week
silence for the heart that sings,
the mute man’s mile,
brings bandages and mysterious green
that turns the tiller towards tomorrow
an insatiable tomorrow – Oh when!
Words drip wet, weighty and worthless,
turning to steer towards torment,
the chilly lord of the word, lips n’ tongue
the bitter captain of broken unspoken
unsatisfied, but on board, salty splintered
from sirens singing,
“Sail bayward, sail [...]
Posted by Juniper on Jun 27, 2009 in
poem of the week
The rain has made spots
on the window panes.
Now the long dish of gravel
and the almost-jaundiced shrubbery
are speckled, so maybe it’s time
for your arrival.
You can dent the paving
with the soles of your old boots,
and watch the wall surge downwards
like the advent of absence.
[Read the full poem on YWS]
Posted by Nate on Jun 20, 2009 in
poem of the week
stairsteps up, each labeled like specimens
each promising a new plateau
where a name sits, in company of
a date of birth, of death, of christening –
your life before me, simplified like a fraction.
the weevils have gnawed you down to dates
and a few stories.
crinkly, suffering pages of an old bible
which you used to own, lie spoiled and aged [...]
Posted by Nate on Jun 13, 2009 in
poem of the week
Parallel by erratik_statik (click to read it on YWS):
Good morning, darling
I hope you are well.
Take a breath,
inhale the ink-dredging sunrise
that creeps over the hilltops
and chases the frost back to the lake.
Let the children dance,
softly, raindrops on your irises,
as sparrows laugh at their stumbling
and their shadows catch them when they fall.
Feel the sand disintegrate between your [...]