Savannah and Jack Write Poems
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
poem
bodies sweat
compact
in oppressive
black
they tug on
the trailing
hems of
frail,
who cushion
frantic footfalls
compact
in oppressive
black
they tug on
the trailing
hems of
frail,
who cushion
frantic footfalls
Monday, April 2, 2012
april 2nd -
Tears trace snail's paths.
Pain is pulled out from between
the ribs in tendrils
coiling
amidst the debris,
room to breathe
as icy insects prickle through layers of fleshy gauze
what was once
trapped
underneath the moist soil
is now ready
for rest
and loving
Sunday, April 1, 2012
april 1st - the sky is ours
the sky is ours
free to wander over empty fields
a tight crouch,
bending
towards the earth
in pursuit of a milky eyed creature's scuttle
a spark touches and quickly
retreats
weaving in solitude
through quivering flesh and crumbled root
close to home,
we look
over our shoulders at the land we just left
as twined limbs trail in our wake
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