Circle Poems

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Sunlit Hedge

June is gorgeous, spacious like the sensation of bare skin against freshly laundered linen. I think of Miss Julie, Titania, Áine, women whose circadian certainty inspires reverence of the sun. How do you radiate power? Harvest it? Is it hanging laundry on clothesline when you're certain there won't be rain? Is it a bouquet of blush peonies in a vase on the dresser? Is it the memory of desire, how it lingers and ferments in the gut, a gully of unexpressed love. Be lighter, be yourself, reach a hand out to trace the shadow of a memory. The unexpressed contents of the heart can still be spoken. Lips seal promises.

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Blue Tomorrows Forward

From bed, I watch the moon, full for the second time this month. I feel her pull, her redirection. She shows me alternate timelines, lives I lead in parallel with this one. You have been talking to me in my dreams. I listen and wake up not knowing what I feel. Kind of blank, I suppose. Maybe achieving peace means completely letting go. Or allowing hope and attachment to flow organically, without anticipation. I find myself on cliff's edge with nothing but possibility in sight.

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Psychic echolocation.

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A day short of a month short of a year.

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Wonder w/out Naïveté

After dinner I walk to see the last rose blooms. Sun remains high, color and scents fade. A young couple embraces under pergola, winsome and weary, an impending separation I speculate. A woman throws a frisbee her dog (Australian Shepard?) fetches. They are companions, friends. I have left my phone at home, which I do more and more now. Coyote perches on garden fence, sly and graceful, it slides behind the grand house. Handsome father walks cranky toddler around the block. I offer a supportive, unobtrusive smile. Mourning dove bleats his perch-coo, an invocation for companionship. I am both younger and older than my years, part of nature and separate from it. I observe like it's my first day on earth, retaining all I learn. Reconcile head and heart to release whatever keeps me glued to lingering loss.

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Thank you for the reblog @recognizingthevoiceless -- much appreciated.

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Find Me in the Cracks of the Sidewalk

Recover belief in an exhale, or clarity in a persistent thought. Watch the pedestrians live their lives. What blessings do you wish upon them? You are unselfish, I know they are generous. Now turn inward and extend similar well wishes. It's okay to be happy. Okay to like yourself enough to let me love you.

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thank you @poeticstories for the reblog.

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The ritual of stepping into the next version of self.

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Find Me in the Cracks of the Sidewalk

Recover belief in an exhale, or clarity in a persistent thought. Watch the pedestrians live their lives. What blessings do you wish upon them? You are unselfish, I know they are generous. Now turn inward and extend similar well wishes. It's okay to be happy. Okay to like yourself enough to let me love you.

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Thank you @smittenbypoetry for the reblog!

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Wonder w/out Naïveté

After dinner I walk to see the last rose blooms. Sun remains high, color and scents fade. A young couple embraces under pergola, winsome and weary, an impending separation I speculate. A woman throws a frisbee her dog (Australian Shepard?) fetches. They are companions, friends. I have left my phone at home, which I do more and more now. Coyote perches on garden fence, sly and graceful, it slides behind the grand house. Handsome father walks cranky toddler around the block. I offer a supportive, unobtrusive smile. Mourning dove bleats his perch-coo, an invocation for companionship. I am both younger and older than my years, part of nature and separate from it. I observe like it's my first day on earth, retaining all I learn. Reconcile head and heart to release whatever keeps me glued to lingering loss.

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Thank you @smittenbypoetry for the reblog!

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Transference

I met a photographer who reminds me of you, but maybe everything does. His bookish manner, observing, visibly thinking, soft but certain voice, the way he wears jeans. Secret southern smoulder radiates from skin. I map all these traits on to this person, in the hopes of finding you again. This is not a poem about a new love; It's a way for me to reckon with my grief over losing you.

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Thank you for the reblog @poeticstories

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Find Me in the Cracks of the Sidewalk

Recover belief in an exhale, or clarity in a persistent thought. Watch the pedestrians live their lives. What blessings do you wish upon them? You are unselfish, I know they are generous. Now turn inward and extend similar well wishes. It's okay to be happy. Okay to like yourself enough to let me love you.

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Wonder w/out Naïveté

After dinner I walk to see the last rose blooms. Sun remains high, color and scents fade. A young couple embraces under pergola, winsome and weary, an impending separation I speculate. A woman throws a frisbee her dog (Australian Shepard?) fetches. They are companions, friends. I have left my phone at home, which I do more and more now. Coyote perches on garden fence, sly and graceful, it slides behind the grand house. Handsome father walks cranky toddler around the block. I offer a supportive, unobtrusive smile. Mourning dove bleats his perch-coo, an invocation for companionship. I am both younger and older than my years, part of nature and separate from it. I observe like it's my first day on earth, retaining all I learn. Reconcile head and heart to release whatever keeps me glued to lingering loss.

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To Bed Without Dinner

I dreamed you made me a playlist with a name I remembered when I woke up, but couldn't hold on to into waking life. Two or three words plus an ampersand. Some detail fills previously blank space. I understand you are as sad as I am. The perplexing blend of frustration and longing. You remain the only person who assuages my loneliness. Maybe it's selfish to miss you, but I can't shake the discomfort. It's like energetic dehydration. I get lost in its arid maw.

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Thank you @poeticstories for the reblog!

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Transference

I met a photographer who reminds me of you, but maybe everything does. His bookish manner, observing, visibly thinking, soft but certain voice, the way he wears jeans. Secret southern smoulder radiates from skin. I map all these traits on to this person, in the hopes of finding you again. This is not a poem about a new love; It's a way for me to reckon with my grief over losing you.

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Chiaroscuro

The heart continues to reach for the source which once fed it, like a hungry infant roots for milk. The allure of extremes frame the familiar. Create an image from polarities, dark and light. A worldview, reality shaped by contrast. Life and death, and so on. It all feels unbearable, and sublime, bland. I order stracciatella because it's the only flavor whose name I remember.

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@poeticstories Thank you for the reblog!

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Chamomile and Cornsilk

Blanket says, after we block a scene, "You keep leaving. I try to reach you, and you turn away." I feel exposed, emotionally unclothed. This stranger sees too much. Performers are alchemists of the human experience, and these younger ones have blue eyes filled with sex and accountability. It occurs to me for the first time in a year, I might meet someone new. Not that I want to now, but eventually, possibility ... Enjoy physical closeness with no obligations, allow for feeling presence. I live in this world parallel to my own. I keep the drama onstage. I am undeniably calmer. I don't like to admit it, but I'm doing better.

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