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Amor – Love

Gina Brown - Wind and Rain

Gina Brown – Wind and Rain

was peace only on her surface
easy achieved by being alone?
or did he mess her up
by not coming on his own?

why is she always blue
and her serenity all gone?

tears like crystals
dangling from dark eyes—
thoughts as knives
tearing her sanity apart—

why is she always blue
between her sheets?

her silence so sad
it made the sky weep—
each drop a star
to make her company–

Andrew Wyeth - Christina's world

Andrew Wyeth – Christina’s world

between your thoughts–
the only place
where shame is not a thing–

nothing’s wrong
i’m not too much–

my head is straight
but only inside yours–

*

oh walt! why you?
always you–

you
and your friendly shoulder–

you
and your sweet lips
that speaks only what i wanna hear–

all things i already know
but sometimes forget–

*

don’t let me fall–
again–
don’t let me slip–
again–

unless it’s inside our world
made entirely of grass–

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Laura DiNello – Couple Reading

you and books there
me and books here

is that a connection
can i create one

letters and poems
books and pens
characters more pens

is that a connection
can i invent one

write one
perhaps

then the depression
a loved one suicide
and the reading
and the singing
and the walking

is that a connection
can i rely on one

poems around the globe
we as work of art

– – –
To Arthur.

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Edvard Munch – The kiss

love love
is not hurt
love
love love
is not pain
love
love love
can be leaving
love
when it’s the right
thing to do love
when we love
love
love love
we can’t hold back
love
we say it love
aloud and often love
cause we can’t get enough love
love
if you think love
i say love too much
love
you never had love
a love to call yours
love
don’t be selfish love
love pettiness
never pays off love
give your love away

– – –
To K.

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Rudolf von Deutsch – Penelope waiting for Ulysses

so you did it
like I thought you would–

you let me go–

but the one that
never came

was you–

*

metallic silence
became a metallic knife–

cutting me open
with your absence–

*

then it’s just me
and i’ll have to do–

kicking fear away
to be gone like you–

– – –
Response to a Margaret Atwood poem.