This poem reads at this point with two equally possible second verses. How can I be honest might be a completely sincere and honest question, wanting very much to be honest, looking for the way. How can I be honest might be the question of a man with a secret that shames him in the clean light of the moment, a special moment calling for more than he is. I love the ambiguity. It is a deep thing.
Not Like All The Rest
Awareness cuts fine,
too fine for words. In the cracks
between them, your eyes
see me in the now
of things, in the now of worlds
beyond the current
path we walk holding
hands and wanting more of this.
How can I then speak
to you honestly
and with clarity this time
not like all the rest?
June 7, 2009 11:08 AM
Leguminous
13 hours ago
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I am at the glade
where we found the golden ring
but where are you?
can you look in between the cracks
do you see me?
just say what you see
there now, only this moment
I've Come Too Late
The crow sent her call
as a message for me to
return in full dress
as prince of the realm
in the bright sequined saddle
sitting proud, straight up.
Getting ready took
so long, and my steed so slow,
where have you gone now?
ohhh~
and then i fall
in between honesty and sincerity
in between love and hope
and she and he
there is a great deal to fall in between, i'm afraid
but yet we try.
xo
erin
Getting Past The Crack
I need to slim down.
I see the crack but can't go
between the cold walls
in the shape I hold.
If I shift my shape to yours
and take your meaning
as my very own
then maybe I will just fit
and then I will squeeze
the dark out of things.
if it will work
i will to my room
and if you watch my ankles
i will disrobe my skin,
my childhood and now, too
it wrinkles 'round my feet a pool
splash in that
zip it up
and with a whistle
and of course, a fart, too
cut your way through
xo
erin
Goddam Erin!!
That one took me by surprise!
:D
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