National Poetry Month: Story 2

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Story 2 by Neile Graham

Summer sun malts on
skin, a flow dappled
by leaf and light till
my body is a
stream- a flow of bone

and shadow in a
bed of long grass and
weeds, the current a
pulse and stutter of
blood, slow renewal.

The breeze of your hand's
warmth slowly wakes me-
I surface to the
mixed breath of the sun,
the earth, the wind, you.

Comments

[marzipan-pig.livejournal.com]

!!!

She is my friend in real life and neile on here.

I love her stuff.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Dude, really? How cool! I love her stuff.

[marzipan-pig.livejournal.com]

:) She's a good reader too, and a bit of a ham.

Her guy is a poet, too:

https://tsup.truman.edu/store/ViewBook.aspx?Book=673
http://www.terrain.org/poetry/2/gurley.htm

Sometimes I imagine them kicking it at home and purposely choosing all the wrong words in poor grammatical construction just to mess with each other, or putting everything as non-lyrically as possible.

[neile.livejournal.com]

marzipan_pig pointed me here. I'm amazed to find someone I don't know (do I?) who know my work.

Yes, we do all kinds of clunky wordplay for fun, as well as exchanging bits of doggerel in otherwise normal conversation. And there are always the songs and rhymes we make up about the cats. Living in a poetry-infused world *is* all it's cracked up to be.

And I'm delighted to hear you like my work--it made my day.