Category Archives: Lovers

ordinary rapture ( pardonnez-moi)

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at least we weren’t speaking french

there was another music etched between us

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etched between us, music notes no other could sense

‘specially in this midnight light at the hush-hush bus-stop

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stopped hush-hushed, this midnight light made ‘specially for us

cold lapping our bare legs, while tidal-tongues go lava-like

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tidal tongues turned lava-like, our cold bare legs lapping each others’ shores

eyes closed, listening for the bus, but not, ear buds in, connecting us

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us, listening, not for the bus, but for the budding connection without ears or eyes

goosebumps raised like brail, jingle-jangled to each touch

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touching raising goosebumps meant as maps, like jingle-jangle trail

dead-scroll pilgrimage attempt washed up on bus stop bench

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attempt a scroll on a dead-phone,stopped, this bench a washed-up pilgrimage

at least we weren’t speaking french

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not a haiku

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NaPoWriMo day 27:-

to write a “duplex.” A “duplex” is a variation on the sonnet, developed by the poet Jericho Brown. Here’s one of his first “Duplex” poems, and here is a duplex written by the poet I.S. Jones. Like a typical sonnet, a duplex has fourteen lines. It’s organized into seven, two-line stanzas. The second line of the first stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the second stanza, the second line of the second stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the third stanza, and so on. The last line of the poem is the same as the first.

so the moon looks small

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there’s no comparison 

my ex had one the size of a hard haribo sweet

tinysweet and beat

with regularity

proclaiming basic humanity without musicality

normality — or so I thought

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you can get used to smallness

or meanness

you can get perplexed by it 

and yet

                                                when we met

i couldn’t see the trees for it

obscured by my habitual vision

thought they were all                              small

but like the moon it was just a question of perspective 

and proximity

we

                                                             got close

                         closer still, my love

my love had one the size of a planet

a heart — so huge as to eclipse all others

no one could see it 

so huge was it

it blocked out the perfect though magnificent

it had craters and lakes

on a landscape formed by energy          synergy

unheard of

unimagined

no one could see the size of it 

except

                                         kaleidoscopically

                         retrospectively

it couldn’t be trusted

to last

light years of liquid and dust 

filled it

even from this distance i felt it

beat

unorderlily complexilily godliliy

silly really

as finalily

it super-love-

nova-ed

from his chest

in a burst

that hurt my eyes

killing him

while creating stars

for my eyes

my entire universe

expires

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not a haiku

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a love poem as well

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NaPoWriMo day 11:-

write a poem about a very large thing. It could be a mountain or a blue whale or a skyscraper or a planet or the various contenders for the honor of being the Biggest Ball of Twine. Whatever giant thing you choose, I hope this chance to versify in praise of the huge gets your poetic engines humming.

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