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i tilt my head back, and my body floats
gracefully upwards, flipping like a log that
has been dropped headfirst into a river.
i am not in a river, though, the sharp
taste of salt in my mouth is unmistakeably
sea
i can feel my nose burning and salt drying
on my cheeks, and my hair floating away in
ropey tangled strands that will be hell to
brush out when i get home aching and tired
i bob like a loose cork, my arms stretched
outwards, wrists loose, water ebbing, flowing,
skin-pricklingly cold, the seagulls cry and it
is like they have lost something but i have
found everything, everything i need, this
is all that is and this is all that will ever be
and the skin on my fingers is tight and wrinkled
but if i dried up and died like this would it
be so bad?
there is a roaring in my ears and my family
are somewhere near by with cheap K-mart
boogieboards and toddlers with chubby knees
poking out from lycra bathing shorts
maybe
or maybe they are gone now
and all that there is in the world is me
and the coldness of the ocean
and the heat on my upturned face
and the sad cry of the seagulls
somewhere
somewhere
above.
gracefully upwards, flipping like a log that
has been dropped headfirst into a river.
i am not in a river, though, the sharp
taste of salt in my mouth is unmistakeably
sea
i can feel my nose burning and salt drying
on my cheeks, and my hair floating away in
ropey tangled strands that will be hell to
brush out when i get home aching and tired
i bob like a loose cork, my arms stretched
outwards, wrists loose, water ebbing, flowing,
skin-pricklingly cold, the seagulls cry and it
is like they have lost something but i have
found everything, everything i need, this
is all that is and this is all that will ever be
and the skin on my fingers is tight and wrinkled
but if i dried up and died like this would it
be so bad?
there is a roaring in my ears and my family
are somewhere near by with cheap K-mart
boogieboards and toddlers with chubby knees
poking out from lycra bathing shorts
maybe
or maybe they are gone now
and all that there is in the world is me
and the coldness of the ocean
and the heat on my upturned face
and the sad cry of the seagulls
somewhere
somewhere
above.
Literature
The encounter
I looked forward to see a dragons huge chest close enough for me to touch. I look up to see the dragons long neck.
It wasn’t a giant dragon, but it wasn’t tiny. It could swallow me whole though I bet it could.
There was a lump moving from its head down to its neck. It must have just swallowed something. I watched as the lump quickly moved down the dragons neck , then disappeared into its chest. I could hear whatever it swallowed as it entered its stomach, but I could hear something else as well.
I could hear a heartbeat. I knew it wasn’t mine, I could tell the heart must have been in its check right in front of me, or some
Literature
Triscuits
Jenna comes into the room with a packet of triscuits
And offers me some.
They are salted. I don't like salted foods;
They're too much like the ocean.
Jenna, skintight leggings,
Comes into the room with a packet of trisctuits.
They make an odd noise as they're chewed,
Like the grunts of a broken bone.
Jenna used to sail the seas but now
She can just open a packet of triscuits and tell me
How much she loves the prairie wind.
'Cause it's endless like that, 'cause it's yellow like that.
She looks at me with a mouth fulla triscuits and she dares say
That the house is too empty.
It's got walls and a floor and you're saying that you wa
Literature
Matchstick
irreplaceable yet unnecessary
leave me in your retrospect
where you found me, unwanted & with a question mark over my head
or a Matchstick, maybe
I'm the fire you started &
couldn't put out
the one you doused &
the One you'll freeze without.
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NaPoWriMo - Day Eleven.
The prompt was a sensory poem. Trying to describe a memory and all the feelings and smells and tastes and sounds that went along with it. This happened.
The prompt was a sensory poem. Trying to describe a memory and all the feelings and smells and tastes and sounds that went along with it. This happened.
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haunting and happy somehow