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WHERE SHE WAS GOING THEN

What rises from this night’s mind?
What strange animals remain faceless
At an old woman’s window, waiting to stir,
And what is it that steals for an instant
The air from her struggling lungs?

The large shadow of an owl glides by,
Sweeps along dark surfaces of cold
Wet brick, water streaked windows,
Then brick again…
And with a flutter and a rush,
It rests upon the rustling of branches,
Upon the upheaval of leaves.

The rain unleashes a steady current of memories.
Outside, the water stained wood of fence posts
And the dark waxy shadow of foliage
Reflect for the woman
An old moment
Of tim

OpiateShe's a waterbaby
She's a shapeshifter
And she's not all that solid on dry ground

And you'll travel her like she's a continent
Come-and-go-boy
Like a pitstop
You're only around when the weather behaves

You'll never cry in front of her
Won't love a single part of her

She goes to sleep all accident prone
All heartache and jagged-edged
Tear streaked and underfed
All beauty, caught in your paperbag

She's a waterbaby
She's a shapeshifter
Metamorphosis girl.

Could be anyone. anyone.
Could smile while she sewed herself up

But you go on darling
Miss all her lovely tantrums
Such a letdown
Such a cruel cruel habit

Half tangerine.

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by `equivoque, Mar 25, 2006, 10:27:50 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

you have been the sky
from where i took
the color blue
whose moods were reflected
in the color of
my sea
and whose atmosphere
was the interpreter
of sunlight

when will i return
to the earth
walk among things as they are
and not the things
as they are defined by a certain light
when will the garden of the ordinary
call me back
touch my shoulder
whisper me back to my name

untitled poemby `equivoque

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

[edit: revised on january 29, 2008]

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~Lovespoon Mar 22, 2009 Professional Writer

Cool.

"Interpreter of Light" suggested title.

~paperfences May 7, 2008

The depth and defiant necessity of your language is breathtaking. The words seem to ungulate with envious rapture. Simply brilliant.

`equivoque May 7, 2008

thanks so much for reading and taking the time to comment

~mothfly Feb 15, 2008

a story full of charm and longing... reading your poems is like reading books... only faster and with much more emotions

`shell4art Feb 1, 2008 Professional Photographer

The book of your images and words would be astonishing! Bravo!

`equivoque Feb 3, 2008

thanks. i would love to do that. not likely to happen. i learned from chris the reality of publishing photos and how much the artist has to contribute financially to the process!

~Ashenden Jan 31, 2008

Lovely! Your world view, as demonstrated by your photographs, is reflected in these poems you write.

`equivoque Jan 31, 2008

thank you.

~Ashenden Feb 1, 2008

you're welcome!

*99thbone Jan 30, 2008 Hobbyist Photographer

let an imagination see what your mind is able to say -- and forever know -- that this simple colour -- this simple creation -- will never be forgotten -- later days

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