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Elaine Elizabeth Belz
- Oakland, CA
- Last Record: 2013-03-13 03:56:21 -0400
- Joined: Sep 04, 2010
- http://eebelz.blogspot...
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This is a fragment I found in my poetry "scrapyard." Maybe someone can use it here. I've linked it to some "midnight" themed photos I like. Remember, this is just a fragment. Use it, change it, re-...
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Like I always say, if I write an idea down too soon, it vanishes. I wish I remembered what I was thinking when I wrote on a scrap of paper:
"paint-along songs and sing-by-numbers" <... |
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The window doesn't open, and
------------------------------------- (Must've been a rough night. Or it wasn't, and... |
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From the depths drawing up their fire
candles flickering en masse produce a steady light unhindered by faint smoke of one that breathes its last |
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Soon the morning sun will make you question
everything you knew for certain in a dream --------------------------------------- (I really don't lik... |
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"Layover" First step out onto the platform— |
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all he had remaining of the man was a blank page.
He thought, "I'll try to draw him, as well as I can recall," but his best efforts dissipated into erasure and doodling. "I kn... |
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This is to say what went unsaid
Lips trembling with unformed words. Hands trembling with unformed words, I darken the page. Trembling with tenderness, I touched you then:<... |
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you
form me out of the depths of your own skin ____________________ Another scrap from my stash of scrawled-upon papers I'm tryin... |
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My picture of you,
shielded by glass, Reflects the world it guards against, Becomes a mirror I look through To lose myself in my own you. <... |
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Static in an uninspired afternoon,
hung up still and dumb, the pallid moon against a lingering five-o'clock sky, I watch her emerge: apparition of the twilight, shado... |
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The sleeper stalks her own reflection,
monitoring the eye-jerks lurking just beneath the skin. Some wounds, unhealed, slip inside, unnoticed Awaiting her awakening, |
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In case anyone can use these. They're from the string of lights around Lake Merritt, Oakland, CA.
