bucketofpoems

a bucket of rain collects this
she cries like that
around standing still her bucketofpoems
like a rainforest overflowing in a million rainbows
somewhere in there just as many waterfalls
her bucketofpoems raised over those distanst hills
both her arms outreached grabbing this perfect sky like a jewel

sometimes you can hear her bucketofpoems at night sleeping
ocean waves pulling out seashells found alongside where she lies her dreams
all of it is greenblue full of more even still than this
onward going charting now
each ship guards her bucketofpoems
floating for a home somewhere she's never been
still with her eyes fast asleep she sees more than nothing
emptiness would be of no good
vacant spaces will not collect her words

her little bucketofpoems
like a golden pillow placed under a apple tree
or the blooms that attrack the honeybees
she is as this life

for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce

Comments

  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    Wow ~ that is nice !
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    I like this one!
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    hey thanks
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    her hair a wild horse against cliffsides
    where each stone there plays flutes
    three or four each as i sleep here
    taking in the cool air
    the sounds through each individual branch
    something like my personal musical experience
    but with countless numbers in attendence
    they themselves her musicians
    the cliffs
    the stones
    the wild horses
    each cloud set above & below her hair
    every gentle breeze or powerful gust that lifted wheat, pheasant, doves, ravens & cactus right off the praire floor as her celebration started & ended
    leaving me gone but present to her bucketofpoems
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    I like your buckets, Chad :)
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    somehow healing
    her breath pours over me
    playing softly treasured tunes
    little stereo (in the corner) going along those flames
    bouncing far all those ships out to sea
    all tied stories to be told
    but her skin closer than some deep water floating lost fools

    it all is right
    it's all in hands
    even a few wines has a piece of what we'll do
    she's on the ceiling
    the ground
    each wall & doorway slides down
    every scar is new on me
    reliving young again
    slivered-points across this flesh
    burnt on us candles finally sleep
    sunshine first through trees we planted
    where we run down to the stream
    hung kissings up against daisies & other flowing golds
    all of this is played under (our) fingertips with volume

    even those rocking ships are our far away sheets
    as close as touch wrapped on up
    her story dreams inside this
    wrapped around my pillow
    something like how green protects earth
    how water saves & gives what takes away
    music out to dance shadows
    with & without fever
    dizzy good those super-clouds only are as close as her bucketofpoems














    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    image
    breath-taking, even
  • Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    ........awesome.

    Godfather.
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