short story, we write poems

opus

we write poems: conversation between two. any sort of two
photo:opera, sanako, flickr

Opera

arrange the setting.
two people.
it’s around early, middle evening.
opera in paris. a wonderful opera.

sharing the evening of passion and pain dressed up lovely. seated in their own, secret thoughts screaming. they do not touch or move. later when the second scene seamlessly pours over, each one emerges in flight, swimming in synesthesia. hinting of a crest the scene burns so brightly. remembering to breathe, air brings back their world. seated separately they never knew what they shared in silent conversation.

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PoefusionTuesdayTitles, Poetry

gabriel’s way

nomadic by nature
collecting rose quartz
espy a pickpocket place

rummage a rocky retreat
buttons and bones
litter the refuge reward

steady sigh requiem
orphan stumbling search
motherless phantom face

refurbish reasoning
written in words
no longer propose

heal the affliction
fettered wound
last beat release

finding truth
entre nous
rubbled ruins

ticking time
my name
is called

scattered
silent ashes
shelley’s retreat
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spent some time reviewing the beat, and Gregory Corso, along w/his poetry, and friends. Thank you Michelle for an interesting Tuesday Title prompt.

Poefusion TuesdayTitle this week’s prompt: Create a poem using a line inspired from one of Gregory Corso’s poems They want to make buttons out of my bones [The Yak]; and, Friday 5: pickpocket, refurbish, propose, face, heal; photo: Corso’s Monks, asheresque, flickr

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