I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

This blog is not, 'Here are my very best poems'. It's for work in progress, subject to revision.
Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

Announcement (19 May 2013)

I won’t be writing so many new poems for a while — though there will be some. I want to spend more time on revision, and more time working on memoir (in prose!). I'll continue to participate in my online poetic communities, sharing poems already written.

11 April 2011

To My Ex

Dear X, I still
remember you well
and fondly.
How well you fondled ...
but, ah well,
that’s deep
in the past now
and you too,
long
departed,
the dear part
of memory
lingering still,
till I open again
that core space
within me,
where with such ease
you entered,
exploring
my hidden depths
until I felt you
knew me better
than any other
could or would,
bone and flesh
united, then
annihilated ...
well,
I remember.



(Day 7 - Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush)


Also submitted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #73
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4 comments:

  1. very nice share... i like its honest and unpretentious write ~

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  2. Oh, such a beautiful and poignant poem of love and remembrance!

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  3. Hello.
    Visiting from The Poetry Pantry.

    I had to laugh at the opening lines!
    Nice flow right through the end.
    Thanks for sharing.

    The Beautiful Winds Of India

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  4. neat.

    love the purple color of your blog.

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