August 15th, 2012 
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EPITHET
By
I don’t recall the day my name be
-came a swearword on your forked
tongue; perhaps always there, wait
-ing to be spit into the dying embers
of us. Consonant, vowel, disembowel
-ed and left for dead, the dread of the
keys in the lock or the knock that meant
you misplaced them again, the linger
-ing scent of sin on your skin and the
way your burning eyes no longer see me,
the yearning in my bones for something
more, the way the door feels so very far
away. The day I cracked this tilted cage,
crumbled this tired rage, fumbled, fled
and found what had been waiting all
along: These syllables of me, a song.
PACKING BLACK
By
she wishes
she were packing
blues and greens
the colors of the sky and sea
in places they never got to be.
but she is not.
she wants
to be carelessly tossing in
yellow sundresses
and floppy pink hats, flats
and the silken turquoise scarf.
but she is not.
she walks
to the bed
lays somber clothes
inside a half-empty suitcase
and closes the lid on his life.
she waits
for the tears
and the taxi
to arrive
because she is living, breathing, leaving
and he is not.
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ON SWALLOW FIELD
There’s a song in the air
Cruising hearts and souls
Like an early morning
Shining under a wisteria dew
The wind blows from the hand
Drawing circles of jasmine
It’s time for the desert rose
To celebrate the white wedding
Not a road on this wilderness
Only savages play the survival
A fiddle is dropping golden traces
Mimosa memories as bright as old crows
Hi
I enjoyed reading The August Poetry……some wonderful phrases and words which delve deeply into one’s innermost thoughts….particularly enjoyed Anne’s two poems. Thanks for sharing. Jill
Thank you so much, Jill! I’ve only just seen your kind comment, and I agree – some great poems that month from all contributors.
Thanks also, Tuck, for showcasing the work here.
An exciting new talent emerging in Cat Holt’s poetry. Always ahead of the reader, some great lines -”Then more stop started out” – “Dusk purple air” – and surprising twists along the way. More please.
Wonderful as usual Cat, I love the darkness of the second and the appreciation that beauty can be found in anything
De two amazing poems!! Love them both, such images and emotion with potent endings, wow:-)
Love them both! Wonderful work, De, always!
Bravo De – I do believe “Packing Black” has become a new favorite
. Simply, viscerally, lyrically, emotively, exquisite – juxtaposition of searing regret and empowerment. Repeated lines – ripple – long after Again Bravo!
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Beautiful pieces, De! Congratulations!!
These are wonderful. The first is so thought-provoking; the second so emotional. Great work, De.