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x marks the spot
by Karen MichelleNine
Billows of white, inflate
my humble heart.
Drapes expanding
at the window
of my soul -
fluttering against walls
of yesterday's fortress,
knocking, knocking
on the doors of today.
Seven
"Shed this pale costume
and dance in the heat"
you whisper to me
and I drink up
your cadences of hope
as quickly as they fall
from your crimson lips.
Five
This disassociation of body
and mind, is forgotten for now
and I have found my way
in the satisfaction
of disorientation.
Three
For tonight and tomorrow,
don't stalk my shadow or
search these streets.
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floating. 11/17/2003 Posted on 11/17/2003
Copyright © 2025 Karen Michelle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 11/17/03 at 05:16 AM I have found my way
in the satisfaction
of disorientation.
Find me here
very spooky and ethereal. i feel like i'd have to have inside information to get it, but i don't want to get it. i love the mystery, wrapped in shadow. |
| Posted by Philippa Jane on 11/17/03 at 07:44 AM I love this.. Love, love, love. Beautiful work. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 11/21/06 at 04:24 PM Oddly enough, I found you here. Etherial and sublime. xoxoxo |
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