Apr 21, 2017
Everlasting
Here is earth and here is me upon it sits all living things the grass the trees the air I breathe a rock a stone the rolling seas and if by chance I keep it clean it will last throughout eternity
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Everlasting
Here is earth and here is me upon it sits all living things the grass the trees the air I breathe a rock a stone the rolling seas and if by chance I keep it clean it will last throughout eternity
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I thought I was allergic to Love, or more accurately Being ‘in love’ Because I saw those claiming They were, behaving Strangely, like it was An irritant of some sort: Often with watery eyes; Groans and moans; Tortured sighs; Yammering away, hoping To hammer home their point That love was all you need. I just thought they sought Company for their misery. That cootie shot In first grade was one Ineffectual vaccination, Because here I have caught The love bug–I’ve got It bad, there’s no relief, Just sweet release. But I don’t mind Because my symptoms Aren’t the same as theirs: I smile endlessly; Laugh more easily; Sigh contentedly; My heart may race But it sends a pleasing Flush to my face. I am infected With attentive affection That passes between us.
Thank God I’m not immune to you
[Image of a spiraling snail shell cracked dirt and rocks]
Pour into me Is this not but some warped dream Spiraling out of jurisdiction? ‘Cross this crevice We break And bake And thirst Not for salty water Like the tears Like the surface leaks But for new springs To well up from the depths To surge
And, oh my I’ve seen your ripples When you’re flowing When you’re rising Like the mountainside Your vine-grip in my core Magnifying Illuminating Exposing My shadows My veins Let me not hide In my shell On your cracked, dry skin Anymore Pour into me
And we both shall thrive
She was allergic. Said I caused her problems. The bumps that raised, were from me. The watery eyes, the runny nose. She said whenever I was near, She felt the pain. The itch, the burn. It hurt her to stand too close, To someone that set her on fire. But she never backed away. From the problems I could cause her. She was allergic. But I was just the shot she needed.
Week 4/23 -4/29: Allergies
It’s the final week for April poetry. This week the prompt is: Allergies
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Spring has Sprung.
The battle of the season is won,
For now anyway.
Autumn walked out on summer,
In a blaze of glory,
Only to end up with the hardship of winter,
Till spring came to the rescue.
- Lisa Lopresti
Allergies
Banana, kiwi, cantaloupe, melon It makes me kinda mad Pineapple, mango, apricot, pollen It really is quite sad And dust Fuck
Allergies
I am allergic To the thought of her In your bed In your mind In your heart Instead of me I am allergic To the way your eyes sparkle When you talk of her When you think of her When you need her Instead of me I am allergic To the way you make me feel Make me happy Make me nice Make me needy Instead of her --Namrata Nath