New Poetry

With You

These abstract bones
Latinate points of departure
Forming the cage
For muscle organs heart

Not quite alive
Unreal they are Eliot's city
Of outside parts
A web of veins blood brain

Until nearness
Of you when all of a sudden
These things in me
Become tangibly new

Every flesh all flesh
I am aware.
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Music- Mariah Carey- All I Want For Christmas Is You

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A Shot At Poetry

My first experience of writing poetry, so please excuse any horrific errors in meter and general unfortunateness.

Temple In November

Grey melancholy suffocating
in the sky fading growing to
raging purple darkness of the
worries.

Of grown-up men and women in
this serious city swelling with fear
unlike us who are growing our
lives.

From breathless opportunity
in the sky vast endless newness
expanding the pink twilight of
youth.

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Music- Crystal Stilts- Converging In The Quiet

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