the weight of violet

the meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, i was the tree, the world was the river

[lifeinpoetry]

“I have been missing your voice / like bleached bones dream of flesh.”

— Rebecca Salazar, from “Reasonable ground,” published in Cosmonauts Avenue

[hirxeth]

Call Me by Your Name (2017) dir. Luca Guadagnino

[recaption]

[dailyrothko]

[dailyrothko]

Mark Rothko, Untitled (red, orange), 1968

© Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko / Artists Rights Society  

[lifeinpoetry]

This is what

I know about my body, it turns to be loved at every instance, it feels       warmth and it wants and it wants.

— Kristen Tracy, from “Breaking,” Half-Hazard

[jardindefruits]

“But then you came back again: as sun on water. I reached for you, skimmed my hands over the light of you.”

— Nicole Callihan, from “The End of the Pier,” Poem-A-Day (16 June 2016)

[roserosette]

The Naked Countess, 1971, Kurt Nachmann

[whereistanis]

eye marbles

[gdbot]

temp.studio https://ift.tt/2WnDUch

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Whisper and laugh a little, dear, dear love, tender dream;

Alexander Blok, tr. by Boris Jakim, from Poems of Sophia; “Be Silent As In The Past,”

[thatlinearttho]

[nightclubsinger]

Undated pages from one of Marilyn Monroe’s diaries

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Ask me about writing, well, that’s a fierce private. Writing, she is the fire of me. Where stories get born from that place where life and death happened in me. She carries me and will be the death of me.

Lidia Yuknavitch, from “The Chronology of Water: A Memoir,” wr. c. 2011

[science70]

Mort Garson, Mother Earth’s Plantasia (Homewood Records, 1976).

[timbllr]

[lifeinpoetry]

The skin is a texture of pain. // The skin is a language of pain. My skin holds your pain. I wear it like a waterfall dressing me. Outpour and endless.

Tiara Roxanne, from “friday / the thirteenth,” published in New Delta Review

[heavensghost]

but it’s so cold and I don’t know where