Archive for ‘Stephen,F’

April 19, 2017

Served Up with a Glass of Milk

by S Francis

She reads about the history of butter,
or maybe the chemistry?
If her eyes lift up into mine,
Will the happy accident,
Accidentally inspire smoothness?

I retreat inside the coffee mug,
Hidden behind ear buds
Buried in my own Kundera.
How can I become so light in being
When this moment feels so heavy?

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April 16, 2017

In the Deep

by S Francis

In the soil, deep down in flowered pots

Before the small pebbles and compost rot

The shredded papers begin their decline.

 

Digging, digging, digging a hole to plant

New flowers I have chosen to supplant

All those buried and shredded thoughts of mine.

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April 11, 2017

Rumpus About (ABON Riff with Chuck and Dust)

by S Francis

In the real time of night we look around without torches
Darkness once inspired the most benign of our fears,
Monsters like Wild Things, rumpussing out of closets
And witches feeding us poison candy under the bed.

 

Now we rumpus about, high on the sweetness we found
And lit up like lanterns showing one another the stars
Whose myths are yet written. Grateful for conclusions unlike
Ones we wrote too early in our minds. We find love.

 

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April 4, 2017

Spinning Naked Singing

by S Francis

Wrapped inside this lace prison, beauty
Tied to the post barks at the convention of standards
She turns to the mirror, gagged, looking for a safe word
Unable to spit it out.

Who is prisoner, who is warden?

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April 3, 2017

About Purple Gardens

by S Francis

 

Today, down by the Salley Garden, I just watched you walk away
You bade me, baited me to take life easy, to live an easy love
I felt far away from the springing of grass and the greens of trees
Emerging along the path, awakening me, asking me about today.

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April 1, 2017

Call Me When the Storm Comes

by S Francis

One Mississippi
Two Mississippi
Three Mississippi
When you feel lightning
Count Mississippi

One Mississippi
Two Mississippi
Three Mississippi
To know when thunder
Will shudder your frame

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March 28, 2017

A Balloon Let Go

by S Francis

The balloon our sorrows filled
like helium floating upward
we held earthbound too long.
I looked at you and with eyes
swimming into one another’s
heart. The wordless answer
spoke by opening its hand
giving the sorrows flight
until they burst like the sun

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March 28, 2017

Face Up

by S Francis

Puzzle pieces placed face up
Didn’t ask to be solved

Puzzle pieces placed face up
Asked me to pause

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March 22, 2017

The Length of a Moment, Contemplated

by S Francis

On this island far from the noise today
We walk, weaving our hands along the way
Wondering about the length of this moment
And from where it came, like time folded
Upon itself, connecting an ancient dot
To the impressionist portrait drawn
From our transit across the river
To this island far from the noise today.

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March 14, 2017

Porcelain Doll-man

by S Francis

I see myself in a picture,
Looking far away, looking removed,
And I want to run away from everything
They asked me to do,

or just sledge-
hammer the flawed porcelain doll-man
standing on the stage singing words
so well he doesn’t realize, like Monkee’s,
they are genuine words of other people who
need me in make-up to don the costume hung
in the closet of life’s green room
and speak for them.

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March 12, 2017

Fresh Brown Spots

by S Francis

Seems long ago a bottle of Brut by Faberge
On his bureau proved an advertisement campaign
Successful. I don’t know if it gave him any more
Victories on the road or anywhere else I prefer
Not to think about. Was it Joe Namath or some
Other Archetype of Men who sold it to me?

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March 11, 2017

Checking in with a Reluctant Poet

by S Francis

My response poem:
What is reluctant about, you, Poet?
Reluctance for me to know your words?
I can relate, Poet, I can relate.

My words remained tangled up inside
Wanting to find places to run and hide
I can relate, Poet, I can relate.

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March 10, 2017

A Poem to Celebrate Birth

by S Francis

Like a baby thinks
before he understands words,
when he emerges from the womb
and suckles his first nipple

his tired mother whose fatigued body
still aching with pain where she felt
unbridled passion release in waves
and tremors through her flesh

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March 9, 2017

Palimpsest Kiss

by S Francis

I find palimpsests under foot

Tried to cover them with sidewalk cement
They returned, nature pushing up through cracks

I get down on my knees to feel their texture

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March 7, 2017

I Whisper to the Ground

by S Francis

My son on my shoulders, I walk
Through the crowd at the carnival
I lift him wishing he could lift me
So we could ascend under Mary’s umbrella

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March 7, 2017

nothing said

by S Francis

when we first met
I knew nothing to say
but needed an embrace
to stop my trembling

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March 6, 2017

Resurrection

by S Francis

When you broke the lemon leaf
you knew I would love the smell
a part of me that died
needed a little death
to live again

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March 4, 2017

Her, Poetry

by S Francis

I do not write poems for her,
true,
she completes the poem.
Words cannot replace
her presence.
Emotions inspired
by our love
told by the twinkling
wealth of night.

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March 2, 2017

Puzzle Pieces

by S Francis

Look!
another puzzle piece
for us to fit,

Where shall we place it?
I think this belongs to your garden,
or maybe the brick frame
around your petunias
maybe the lilies
or purple gardenia

.

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February 21, 2017

the last match

by S Francis

in my hand
i hold a match
the last match
from the box
dare me to light it
see what will burn
your soft lips
surround my dare
contain the fire
inside and invite
residual heat

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February 20, 2017

Pretty Everlasting

by S Francis

She loves me.

Bellis Perennis

She loves me not.

Day’s Eye

She loves me.

Mary’s Rose

She loves me,

Stop.

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February 18, 2017

Stealing Lily

by S Francis

I steal my kiss back
and give it to you
take it keep it
plant it drop it
into the deep blue sea
do we trust
this waterfall
its pool below
deep enough
to swallow us
whole?

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