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August 18, 2016
Romance in tandem with nature is portrayed wonderfully in Kiss the Sun by wordofthewillow.
Featured by brennennn
Suggested by Nichrysalis
Literature Text
Sunlight kisses
my eyes,
slanting
through lobby windows
across old furniture
and yellow-and-green carpet.
and mare's tails,
drifting,
whisper of more good to come -
dry days are ahead.
I see you and I see light
making these simple things
out of darkness
and when the sun kisses my eyes
I want to kiss it back,
and I do,
with head full
of words
and eyes richly speaking.
You've said things I remember
and don't
and I've said things I remember
and don't
but I remember most when words
stopped and
our language
was spoken through
light beams and darkness.
my eyes,
slanting
through lobby windows
across old furniture
and yellow-and-green carpet.
and mare's tails,
drifting,
whisper of more good to come -
dry days are ahead.
I see you and I see light
making these simple things
out of darkness
and when the sun kisses my eyes
I want to kiss it back,
and I do,
with head full
of words
and eyes richly speaking.
You've said things I remember
and don't
and I've said things I remember
and don't
but I remember most when words
stopped and
our language
was spoken through
light beams and darkness.
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Literature
here are my words
i used to dream whole cityscapes and skylines,
ocean cities and coves washed over with waves,
terrifying, brilliant, unable to touch me.
i used to be able to talk to trees,
to speak in palms and eyes-closed silences
and the sure roughness of bark under my fingernails.
i used to be able to sing
and believe that believing made me better,
believe that joy sounds bright and crescendos.
i used to be someone who tripped on her words,
spilled out in sloppy sentences and sentiments,
used to be someone who could 'sit at a typewriter and bleed'
and in bleeding turn the hurt beautiful.
i used to close my eyes and fall into feeling,
trace the right word
Literature
Subside
Listen, there is snow
in the mountains and
rain in the valleys.
You can hear it from here,
everything rolling over
into sleep.
It all
wets down.
I pace the room
like an atom
in an atom bomb
but really, it's all gone
a little mossy
the way a gun looks
in the forest
one hundred years after.
Literature
Equinox
entomb me in the flowers of this land,
our sweet land, where the sun shines
glittering through glass and rain,
and the clouds gather to hide us from the night
when the corn is gathered, and the orchards bare,
when the fields of the south lie empty and fallow
and the northern beast rises from summer slumber,
take me back, take me back to the beginning
after travels ventured round this globe,
to places no man has been and where we once were
rulers supreme - lords, lords of light,
i will go back, to safety, to shores and white cliffs welcoming me home
and as our woods grow and our bairns play,
play at kings and knights, and cowboys and indian
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I like the use of the image of "mare's tails."