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Published: 2013-06-21 04:44:16 +0000 UTC; Views: 417; Favourites: 17; Downloads: 0
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Carnationshave grown inside my eyelids,
pollinated by june bugs
flecked with bright recording colors:
We were away
from noon till morning,
when everything
froze in amber
because the horizon twitched,
inverted indentations
of the damp sidewalk
planted in my skin.
He sat at my left,
picking week old plastic
and throwing it
onto the sandbar
for fish to eat:
I soon planned
to sleep
on Gabriel's blanket,
inside
a circular fountain
the city
hadn't turned on yet;
he replied
with nothing louder
than the lake
falling
on the shore:
Our sun rose higher
and bleached my consciousness:
I wake up
with mosquito bites
and flaking wool-worn elbows,
braiding stringy petals
into thoughts
and crowns.
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Comments: 15
Hi there!
I have borrowed the wonderful title of your piece for an AWESOME project that uses titles of existing deviations to form the lines of a Found Poem. The idea is to pay attention to titles, which can make or break a piece, and to give exposure to as many deviants as possible.
If you would like to see the poem, you can read it here .
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i've seen this project around! thanks for using my title x)
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I second Rosie's comment.
This is really gorgeous, Jorge.
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I love your work -- that's all there is to it.
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I soon planned
to sleep
on Gabriel's blanket,
inside
a circular fountain
the city
hadn't turned on yet;
he replied
with nothing louder
than the lake
falling
on the shore:
This probably makes me sound like a creeper but I'd like to borrow your mind sometime.
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Just ... Lovely. thoughts and crowns is ending but the rest is so descriptive, so moving ,and that doesn't really injure the whole. Endings are always, until we end, then go
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