The Blending of Many

https://joellycameron.wordpress.com/2015/12/28/the-blending-of-many

by Joelly Cameron

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Like snow, you fall around me.
I listen, content to your body breathing,
As we lay covered in flannel.
My fingers caught up in your pectoral curls,
And the way your eyes crinkle when you are content.
I wonder if it is possible to lie between the snowflakes,
And still be warm in this blatant vulnerability?
I have become exposed to this new awareness.This sense of bareness between us.
Yet, I welcome the fall, and the obviousness of you.

We have become like trees, rustling living beings,
That search for things we didn’t know we were looking for,
And aren’t sure that we want.
Like the leftover boxes that still lay on my bedroom floor.
That once contained something we wanted, but maybe outgrew.

Yet, for a time we held tightly to them, because we thought
They were what we needed.


 

See also http://heliosliterature.com/2015/02/16/castles-in-spain/

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Joelle Cameron

THE WORLD CAME ROARING IN

Kenneth Harper Finton

by Kenneth Harper Finton ©2014

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When I was very young, I did not know the world.

The world made itself known to me quite gradually,

in small steps that I can now only imagine.

I cannot remember these steps.

They happened before memory was born.

I felt these steps.

Discomfort was a feeling that I learned quickly to correct.

My first feelings were those untenable positions

which caused me to turn away from irritation

into a position of familiarity and contentment.

I kicked and moved to find my snugness

not knowing or caring that my attempt to find relief caused pain to another.

The experience of the world of the womb was lost to me.

The world was making itself known, but I knew nothing of the world.

I knew nothing about myself for I was not a self.

I was as close to bring nothing as I have ever…

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SHE COULDN’T WAIT

 

by Karen Mc Entegart ©2014
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She couldn’t wait

to go to bed,

Excited thoughts

filled up her head.

“Oh god,” she moaned.

She’d waited days.

For this great moment,

she’d long prayed.

She placed herself

beneath the sheets,

She felt too high

to get some sleep.

Fresh from the shower,

her body shone.

She lay in wait

for what’s to come.

Nothing on Earth

could this replace

Her breath came  quick,

her heartbeat raced.

Alone at last,

her body shook –

As she turned the page

of her brand new book …


Karen lives in the Canary Islands. You may see more of her work at:

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