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What There Is
By johntaiyu
And so I wake in bed
at dawn
under knotted covers
the heat blasting from the giant vent by the bed
and sense
what there is
to what there is
stretching the wrists
breathing
listening
thinking
each point
popping out
turned to a thing
blooming and dying
before the next.
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© 2007 johntaiyu
Published on Monday, December 10, 2007.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Monday, December 17, 2007, Mari
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A former member wrote:
egads what an enigmatic beautiful creation. .. has a certain sensual tension so to speak, yet seems infinitely more steeped in thoughtfulness. .a turn of phrase/joints here and there to present a different angle of light and understanding, or perception. . . to perceive need and want as simple things. .. holding the cursory entanglements of a soul. .. dreams and visions and life make it seem all deja vu.ish. .. one and the same but n.ever. ..the same. ..
beautiful
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On Tuesday, December 11, 2007, Bella Butchery
(696) wrote:
recylcled points of view before they march to the grave.... just a line the end made me think of, this was fantastic... i always find your work to be a bit more reflective and intellegent than what i am used to reading around here -cloud
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On Tuesday, December 11, 2007, RubyXero
(481) wrote:
interesting write...vague although i think i know what creatures and shadows you speak of...
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