Sunday, September 27, 2015

eXpo



My body is a white board,
                                         dry-erase.

                                         I collect everything
                                         you write,
as if I could hold it -
a sacred text,

unencumbered
by six days dust.

But nothing lasts.
Perhaps

I roll too much in my sleep,
or my dreams, too much.

I wake
                      blank,
                                empty,
                                           wiped

clean,
until your hand
finds me

Write me a song,
make me art, scrawl my margins,
because nothing is marginal.

All that it takes

is
your name.



18 comments:

  1. Your love poems are amazing, and deeply lovely.

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  2. An amazing way of describing a love with its ups and downs. I do not hope for dust... But amazing fresh notes to be drawn.

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  3. Total surrender in love.....................

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  4. Sometimes it is the simple things that refresh a person's soul.

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  5. Ha. On the one hand, an Expo is a dry-erase marker; on the other, it's a trade fair, at which one would try to sell all his goodies. So, being that you slammed a big fat "X" in the middle of the word, I'm wondering if you're trying to sell your body to the "masses." ;)

    OR ... you are a Sunday-school white-board onto which people write lessons, scriptures, prayers, and such, only to be erased/forgotten during the week. But at the end of it all, the only thing that matters "is your name" (meaning God's). I love the line that says "All that it takes" ... because sometimes calling God's name DOES take all that we have. "All that, it takes." It takes everything. But it also gives everything. There's such a humble prostration in this poem.

    I love this. I am inspired.

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    1. Oh, and this is my favorite line: "make me art, scrawl my margins" ... because that's what He does, isn't it? He turns our messes into abstract masterpieces.

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  6. what a beautiful prayer and surrender there in the close by calling on his name in the knowing that all the knowledge doesn't really carry - a lot of felt emotion in this one..

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  7. Canvas by no name but canvas..
    brush my name but human..
    us but no name but paint..
    them.. paint aSwell.. brush
    and canvas too..
    i suppose i can
    make this a reverse
    haibun.. no.. but flow..
    yes.. GOD nameless
    canvas.. we asOne
    children brush
    faces color
    painting
    hues shade
    blacks
    grey
    whites
    change
    into all of
    US we guides
    US WE togeThEr
    ALLONE let IT Go..
    flow.. i cannot tale
    what i write a day
    ago.. 10,000 words
    two days before that..
    flow art.. current
    ocean streams
    rivers bay gulf
    paints brushes
    CanvasONe..
    Some people
    will love
    to see
    the world
    end and
    others
    just brush
    just paint
    JUST
    CANVASonE..
    Meteors ART
    splash Comets
    more nowoneforevermore..
    A meteor.. A comet.. A gulf..
    dinosaurs freeze..
    mammals come
    warm
    blood
    us.. WE
    Paint caves
    brush canvas
    sAMe.. now escape..
    God
    Holds
    hAnds
    CanVas
    ART
    brUShes
    painT
    Human
    touch..
    Apocalypse
    Love Begins
    HumanS uS..:)

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  8. I love this part as there is a deeper spiritual echo underneath:

    Write me a song,
    make me art, scrawl my margins,
    because nothing is marginal.

    All that it takes

    is
    your name.

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  9. I think this is a good thing that you from time to time get wiped....we cannot control everything....to sustain - we need to focus on inner 'I' and heal the world by being yourself....you said it: your name...

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  10. A super sweet and very human poem. K.

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  11. We all need that one thing, that one name that grounds us. To hold us as life wipes us clean, again and again. I also like the deeper layers of this, spirituality and acceptance. This poem pulls you deep into something larger than those words.

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  12. Your love poems are good, really good they always become personal to me. As in I start thinking about my husband and it causes me to feel the words very deeply

    mindlovemisery

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  13. I have always loved the softness and reflection in your words when you turn to and express such intimacies. This is lovely.

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  14. I like your love poems. I can imagine being loved that much and loving that strongly. I get rocks and wild flowers and fried bologna but those are the love words he can't say.

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  15. I like the idea of being a white board a loved one can write upon and erase as well, perhaps forgive as we all sometimes make mistakes even in the most loving, close relationships ~ but true love will overcome difficulties and will help us heal.

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  16. Love this expose of your deepest feelings x. Beautiful!

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