Poetry

Bottled

Bottled How nice a bottle can become.Unchanged by its environmentwith bubbles fixed preserved.Sticking itself to the one job wemade it for – cheering the people,for you and for me. For hordes of humans, for hundreds of yearsin the sea, for humid days hiddenon a forgotten shelf holding onto the thirst of a heat struck day. […]

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A Michelangelo

A Michelangelo Fix your mouth you saidback then when I caught youoff guard by mirroring yours.Today, I see the soft beige a rounded smile in my periphery. I love youjust like then but quieter now. Likebread rising under a tea towel, I extend it with tendernesskeeping out a tasteful eye ofadmiration, keeping myself astray. Do

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Below The Sea

Below The Sea One night I dreamtI was under the seastanding on its bedbelow the surface inits oozing depths nosound of nothing butbellowing whales thebeauty intruding mydeepest sleep it waswarm and calming Iwas planted tight intothe cool sand no hurryand worries gone underrumbling deep waterdreams and beyond.

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Sea Chatter

Sea Chatter When the sun goes downthe sea goes black underits surface mermaidsswim and check out thedead fishermen.She tells me golden stories in the little boat where wefloat across the fjord withoranges and no oreswaiting for the coastalguard to rescue us.My father has seen one! – Sticky orange juice on herchin, she squints at the

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