Editorial Expression September 17, 2009
Posted by Yvonne in Poems.Tags: editor, editorial, express, expression, luxury, necessity, poetry
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EDITORIAL EXPRESSION
“Take out the poetry!” it said in big bold letters.
They must’ve been thinking something grand and appropriate to the audience.
So I left, of course.
They say, “when you are not there, something’s missing.”
Yes, some thing, I suppose.
Some “thing“, I guess not so grand nor appropriate to the audience.
But necessary in a long run if you want to get anywhere
or just run
To run
Poetry is after all a necessary luxury,
is it not?
After all?
How Did I Fall? September 17, 2009
Posted by Yvonne in Poems.Tags: journey
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HOW DID I FALL
He moved, the boat tipped and I simply slid under
Surprised just a bit
Then started the journey, steady
My work, using muscles
The body in 3D
In a vast murky watery land
Without external orientation
Deep blue
Moving
With highlights internal
Murky sparkles
A bit thick
A new realm
But I am breathing underwater
Isn’t that odd?
Because Paper is Scarce September 17, 2009
Posted by Yvonne in Poems.Tags: emergence
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BECAUSE PAPER IS SCARCE
My words will be chosen
And ink deliberately laid
This saying is important
Only to one in the game
Tune out
Go
I can’t breathe underwater
Be and see
where life comes up
Swimming to the surface
Long, sure, time
relaxed eventually and still going
Up
What do you say? September 17, 2009
Posted by Yvonne in Evolution of We, Poems.Tags: art, partnership, play
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If a start
Of art
Came through the sky today
What would you say?
If a bend
Of your hand
Surprised you on the way
What would you say?
Can an other
Be there too
With you for a day?
What would you say?
Open, sesame.
Does open sesayu?
Shall we play?
What do you say?
When did you know? September 17, 2009
Posted by Yvonne in Poems.Tags: know, knowing, realization, realize, truth
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There comes a time
Not unceasingly
However it happens
Then no going back
From here, there
and then … where?
Truthfully, comes a time
The Poem: If Ever … February 26, 2009
Posted by Yvonne in Distinctions, Evolution of We, Poems.add a comment
If ever there was a reason
If ever I thought to think
If ever my life went open
If ever there came a brink
If ever I wandered aimless
If ever my dream came true
If ever a spot cleared newly
If ever I was near you
There – then
what would be and what had been
would never wonder again
Where – when
A poem from last year surfaces once again … August 11, 2006
Posted by Yvonne in Poems.Tags: emotion, loss, relationship, summer, unsent
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UNSENT
Never known.
The lost and forever unlived loving of summer cool days.
The connection not made. Silences unshared, only alone … at once present and never seen. Unheard, no sound. There and not. Here away.
What is life in the living, no action, no feeling, no thing. No thing. None. Nada, Nyet.
Inarticulate. Without art culminating ate.
How can I forget?
Let me let you go.
Unmoved he is unmoved.
Enchanted and then dashed.
Nowhere gone gone. Gone done gone.
Ever after
See me. Promised eyes.
Stupid emotion of a girl.
–YMB 7/21/04
