Tag: poetry
member name: Arduinna Hunter
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October 13, 2008 05:04 PM EDT --
I saw the wind in your eyes
And you saw me see it
So you looked away.
Now I wonder where you've drifted to,
Like a yellow leaf with brown edges
Ever falling.
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November 06, 2008 09:14 AM EST --
Once you've stepped out into the world with shaky feet,
tasted blood from wounds you have licked,
time, with her cold groping fingers, can't take away the imprint of memories. . . .
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December 12, 2008 12:12 PM EST --
That first kiss that I ever did steal
(though not entirely against his will)
Under a big Georgia moon rising like cream
In a black bear sky straight from a dream
My heart . . .
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September 20, 2008 02:50 PM EDT --
Rain in Cups
I remember that time when we stood in a distant place
The way the trees were so thick they hid the sky
And our hearts beat hard there in the midst . . .
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October 25, 2008 08:51 PM EDT --
Lying half awake at 1 a.m.
Listening to Circles in the Sand
Thoughts of you drift by
My sleepy mind's eye.
And even though we were never there together
I see us side . . .
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June 30, 2009 10:44 AM EDT --
I am one hundred sorrows sewn neatly into a tattered line of dark shades and shadows
I am one hundred notes played lowly on a cedar flute riding restlessly on a cold Nor'easter
I . . .
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October 14, 2008 10:01 PM EDT --
We hit the ground running
So fast, that before we realized it
We were flying.
The way each curve fit
Into the other, and the extra arms
Made it easy.
We . . .
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November 12, 2008 11:08 AM EST --
It wasn't in my head
To change your life, or mine
For that matter
With that first kiss
That "tore you out of the frame"
Pressed its red hot brand
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November 26, 2008 09:56 PM EST --
Atonement
Sometimes I think there's not much left
of that smiling face, that eager hopeful love.
Too many years of living
with one bad choice
weighs like a sack of armor, worn . . .
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June 25, 2009 07:24 PM EDT --
If all I needed
Could be empty jars,
Set in rows upon a shelf
And one could be taken down
Now and again, to be filled
With the sweet stuff of love,
That . . .
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