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Published: 2018-08-19 19:27:53 +0000 UTC; Views: 1407; Favourites: 27; Downloads: 0
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poems like usfare better
written in people
than in pixels or ink
for our true medium
is movement
and how it threads
memory through time
we're art, in the same
fluid and seventh sense
that we're stitched
between currents of life and need
where we wake
sleep and dream
wound between moor fog
and worlds of open sky
we're the reticent verse
of two midday moons
punched gently as cloud
through azure
an ornately penned
thread of words, pulled flat
reeled inward
hand over hand
inching closer, your draw
and deposit of breath
more deeply
in mixture with mine
our true medium is movement
as poems like us
aren't meant to survive
the spaces they stop to occupy
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Comments: 25
Hello there and thank you... and for faving too.
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Wow, this poem is so great. I like how you talked about your wife and you as a Β "poem". Such a great "hook" from the onset of the poem. Thank you for this. its beautiful.
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Hey there and thanks so much.Β Glad you enjoyed it.
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Gotta soften up them jagged and toothy letters every nown then. BTW- thanks, ma man.
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I love how your line-endings are a near poem in themselves...
"Us: better people. ink:
medium movement threads time;
Same sense stiched. Need --
wake, dream (fog, sky);
Verse-moons, cloud azure.
Penned flat (inward hand),
'Draw breath deeply, mine'.
Movement: Us. Survive (occupy)."
So much, so good. Beautiful. Gonna fave.
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Heheh.Β Thanks for the comment, friend.Β I appreciate the support, bigtime.
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Oh, how beautiful and meaningful on many levels.
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Thanks, friend.Β That means a lot..
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Youβre welcome. She is lucky to have such a lovely poem written for her. I bet you spoil her with them.
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Haha. Well, i guess we all play to our strengths eventually.
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If weβre smart.Β
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Happy birthday to your wife, dearheart. (She shares a birthday with another lovely soul I love. 
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Thank you much from both of us.
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You're welcome, love.
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i'm feeling insecure today, especially about commenting on poetry- admin stuff, kinda -but if i keep moving, keep reading, i find something 'special' [not a good word].. something beautiful and moving [with me and others] in the poems i read, like this one: a dance of words. thanks.
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a dance of wordsΒ is rather generous, but, I'll take it.Β Thanks for that kindness.Β
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This poem also reminded me of dancing - especially the first half or so.
I got the feel of it being (another of your excellent) love poems towards the end.
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heheh. I'm shifty as an old guy can be, i guess... Thank you for the kind words, my friend.
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Haha - it is. Like you and your wife =
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haha, that's how it is, in the rare occasions that we dance. I mostly stand still.
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This is lovely, and a lovely gift.
poems like us
fare better
written in people
than in pixels or ink
I tripped over that pretty hard. Just a thought. Thanks for the happy wishes, and I hope your day, and your wife's, is equally happy.
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Suggestion applied and thank you for it.
I know exactly whatcha mean about an enriched life.
Thanks for the read and comment.
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