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Month: October 2018

In the Bag

Listen:

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eyes desperate
hands frantic
at the bottom of
through and through
her bag

a fleeting glimpse of her
on the street
even now holds me with her
looking for
what we cannot find

in the bag

By kaplopblogin Recent Poems, UncategorizedOctober 29, 201847 Words

This Story

I tell myself
is not working

in fall it fails
to catch fire

in winter it no longer
keeps me warm

in spring it cannot see
itself grow

summer comes
it will not play

it is time
to change

my story

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsOctober 14, 2018November 6, 201841 Words

Awesome

 

 

to imagine
there is
in me
the authority
the courage
the downright
in your face
guts
to forgive

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsOctober 14, 201820 Words

Time

 

is
a knife
cutting
through
water

By kaplopblogin PonderlingsOctober 12, 20187 Words

Conscious

 

to know
is

to know
with

By kaplopblogin Recent Poems, UncategorizedOctober 12, 20187 Words

Nine Pennies

 

I lift them
from the road

hold them even as
they hold me

for my thoughts
they question me

in the economy
between us

it is enough
to pay

attention

 

 

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsOctober 12, 201833 Words

Search Engine

 

swallow
fire

become
engine

not
metal

By kaplopblogin UncategorizedOctober 9, 20187 Words

Leave

 

it makes sense

to leave the past
for room to breathe

to leave the future
for the present

leave to remain
a jazz of blood

called
child

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsOctober 9, 2018December 23, 201828 Words

Present

 

I am
preposition:
a present
to present
in
the present

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsOctober 9, 201811 Words

Window Dew Dawn

 

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Through my bedroom window
this came
to me
I still
bow

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsOctober 8, 201812 Words
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