david jewell poet

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drifting sideways

like a butterfly in the wind

like a sailboat in a hurricane

I want to begin.

 

I look for a compass

and imagine a map.

 

And wonder if it matters

because I could sure use a nap.

 

diari unui mgeni.

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entry 1.

 

I see other hoodwinks.

I hear other distances.

palm open wide. . .

martian landscape above.

 

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No matter how long I watch her, or hear her smoky voice,

or listen to her hot words, while her lips caress the language,

or how closely I watch her dance, and swing her hair around––

she is like a beautiful mystery, forever unfolding,

like watching the ocean~~wave after wave, from infinity to

infinity, luscious, dripping, ripe like swollen fruit.

 

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upside down in reality’s playpen.
swinging on the monkey bars of everyday dreams.
flowing with the notion of the motion of the ocean––
rocking steady and sweet in the heartbeat
of cosmic love.

peaceloveout.

 

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