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Poem of the Day: A Sort of Song

Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, william carlos williams, words, Write, writing on 03/25/2011| Leave a Comment »

Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait,
sleepless.
— through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent!
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
the rocks.

-William Carlos Williams

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Poem of the Day: fishwife tears

Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 03/14/2011| Leave a Comment »

Her coppers whiskey-full tumblers and better
To suffer peripheral vision is not enough an
Old position perpetual emotional she hammer
Stole the thunder from my imagination a mind-
Full goliath until every body comes home no more
…Fist fighting or counting shattered roses music
Is blood on white feathers every second hesitant
This snowman sunders in well-lit residences it
Showered at sunset though sans lightning teeth
A murder of gentlemen crowds one out of view
The tips of fingers slip apart in the shuffle the
Problem of ego she loves me abased on a fence
Makeshift and with none of the common decadence
Deadlocked past tense never alone attended am i
By falling star climbing a killer’s smile to heaven
While a tiny jungle is made of careful maps scarred
In primary palate along her honeyed inner thigh 

* * *

Indeed this love was a brass and glass construct

* * *

Lures hang in the trees from where i come and you
Will know me by the great mounds of fishwife tears
Lining the rivers and following bank to shore of sea

.
“fishwife tears”

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Poem of the Day: Pablo Neruda

Posted in pablo neruda, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 03/01/2011| Leave a Comment »

March days return with their covert light,
and huge fish swim through the sky,
vague earthly vapours progress in secret,
things slip to silence one by one.
Through fortuity, at this crisis of errant skies,
you reunite the lives of the sea to that of fire,
grey lurchings of the ship of winter
to the form that love carved in the guitar.
O love, O rose soaked by mermaids and spume,
dancing flame that climbs the invisible stairway,
to waken the blood in insomnia’s labyrinth,
so that the waves can complete themselves in the sky,
the sea forget its cargoes and rages,
and the world fall into darkness’s nets

-Pablo Neruda

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