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When you are with me and forget.
by Shirin SwiftThe morning has finished brushing our limbs.
Shoulder's of night our swallows.
White yachts curtsy in the bay
the tide tugs on the stones skin.
You flip off the night like Nixon footage.
Disappear through the curtains.
I forget to light a candle for the day.
In the vast voice of boneless vision,
a chrysalis of mercy keeps resurfacing.
I would bound over the rooftop trampolines to the shaven wharf,
take a ferry made out of lights, to see
that which emerges out of the tide daily, glistens,
the shore which nightly sloughs the unseen.
But, a flesh of watery sky is gathering the clouds into a clenched fist.
Coming down to smack the harbor. 04/03/2007 Posted on 04/04/2007
Copyright © 2024 Shirin Swift
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 04/04/07 at 02:47 AM Another scene...I watch and wait... quiet as the thoughts turn, the tide comes in and out the unconscious sea hold the mysteries--and I can see you leaping roof to roof to see what depths might reveal themselves...so deeply visual and psychological, both. And questioning of the gulfs life between roofs and under water reefs--one person to another--even in love. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/04/07 at 03:31 AM Man, do I love that last line. Just a lot of really strong, vivid language in this one. Very nice. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 04/06/07 at 01:06 PM An eclectic array of metaphor and analogy in expression - you have the ability to manipulate both atmosphere and perspective...plus whatever Gabe said, and some :) |
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