wrapped in the sweetest beginning i think

i come from nothing, but i’ll find my way of this
as i grow and grasp to close these intangible tabs
reaching for dreamy words to shut up withery skies
straining to clamp oyster eyes together; a stop gap
for saying everyone’s pearls are the same-same.

i come from backlogs, from avocado green couches
from whence sprang some well-grounded whispers;
but i believe in night, and i believe it’s okay to sleep
on heartache as i’ve supposed i’ll be living a long-long
time, so help me God in these nothing-but-nothings.

::

for Real Toads

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21 thoughts on “wrapped in the sweetest beginning i think

  1. Sleeping with heartache comes hard, I never learned very well. A bird dropped something on a rock and the sun hatched me. 🙂
    ..

  2. The work of translating voices into audible songs–poems–is practice, craft, luck and insanity. There’s a hep online patter to this, a medium roaring with voices but too often white noise–interference. Writing poems from there takes a granular appraisal of the oracle. Who’s calling? Is it time to respond? Thanks Angie —

  3. I wrote this in my daily journal

    “reaching for dreamy words to shut up withery skies
    straining to clamp oyster eyes together; a stop gap
    for saying everyone’s pearls are the same-same”

    Love. Love. Love.

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