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A red bellied coal-stoked stove,
seething in its exasperation,
a rotund vestibule filled to the brim
with slivers of oak, piney trim
hissle, crackle, ashes to embers combustion.

A blue bodied balloon smooth to bursting
floating over Kingston exit 18 on the highway
still powered by December's winds and one
boy's hopes for eternity or till
his dreams open wide into infinity.

A baby sleeps in the womb gently
nudging only water as its melody
rapidly beating of heart causes waves
and giggles with sighs of recollection
when mother knew spring and her roots
were full in their bursting.

A river rising over bridge undammed
lifting with it the crests, the shine, the moon
and its delicate reflection as it urges itself
upwards embracing head with arms
muddy foam glitter white and indigo
as bodies of 2 water ways merge as One.




copyright 2007 - jj. star

jjstar, that is WAY cool. Very touching. Man. I mean...MAN!

I write poetry and that is the bomb. I mean it. That is just...wow...

Doesn't measure up, but here is one of mine:

A Name

A name which, though uttered on an August breath, cools my spirit
When passing through my lips it lingers, hungry, in the air
Though the relentless summer clings to me like soot
And my own thoughts are grown fevered with longing for the owner of that name
So long as I may give it vent, and thus pay homage to its secret nature
that I and I alone have found
Its escape from my needful lips leaves trails of cold relief
from the heat of summer
and the turbulent grasp of a secret hold dear



A name which, uttered on a November breath, may warm me
But only may, if it lay within its owner's wish
To dispel the myth of my spirit chilled
By the thought of a secret held dear, unrequited
Like midnight's cloud captured orange in the sunrise
The breath of her approaching kiss strikes my trembling hands
Which, awestruck, set my dearest secret free
These seasons, undefined by calendar, in a heart may pass
in days turned into deserts
or in a flicker of a moment
And in her eyes, as I am captured
A moment's boundaries fall to nothing
The sweetest rain begins to fall

I breath her name
And my heart beats still...

copyright 2007--J. Duncan