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POETRY and other SHORTS:
I think I'll post some poetry here. If you would like to post any poetry or short stories submit them to me via email at: cha_cha_cha_dance@hotmail.com . All will be considered, but let's face it, this is my site, and if I don't like it.....well...
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ee cummings (1894-1962)
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love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places
yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skillfully curled)
all worlds
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SOME OF MY STUFF-
I.
Night sits
and sips
hushed breezes,
meekly revolving,
constantly
evolving
disolving
symphonies
of silence
W-
©1997
III.
Late
into the night
I stay,
wrapped
in smoke,
filled with words
that Jazz
my soul,
but never
quite reach
You.
In wonderment,
I why?
coiled gracelessly
upon this frayed
and edgy
highwire
of
intent.
W-
©1997
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II.
I called today.
And, as I knew it would be,
Your voice, (recorded ), answered my call.
You have changed the message
since last I had allowed myself.
(reaching)
You sounded older
and tired.
Your voice lacked its once vivid (how I loved)
Spark.
How important you were
Your life
Your love
Your mind
movements
moments
Your miserable beauty.
How far away you have stretched.
Thinning from that once richly important tapestry
to this single thread of lost remembered minutes.
Where did the unraveling begin?
Pulling at my mind
Picking apart
Disecting
Thoughts
Gestures
Deeds
And I know you will never return my call.
©Nov. 2000
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IV.
I am at a loss
to the dismissed,
tauntly strung questions,
plucked nicely, once,
sent humming and reeling
in my mind.
Dusty dormant particles,
quite neatly tucked,
now awakened
and alive,
eating away
my placidity.
W-
©1997
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