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A Collection of Weather MAG
There is going to be time to be webs,
the starred weathervane, plenty of time to be
bronze, or the machine that ruptures the picture
into a puzzle, to be famine that coaxes angels
out of their haze, so much time to be snail shells,
lupine seeds, fragments of exoskeletons, examined
and pinned, rustling at the past. Our records
misplaced in creases of wind.
We spent a lot of time wishing the cut pear
could return to itself without help, that its sections
might remember each other. We were devastated
that parts of us were loose, that a shape
could not survive without a shift.
We spent a lot of time waiting for the city to lift,
we spent a lot of time wishing for money
and paint and someone to take care of.
We wished ink into words, words to a mouth,
mouth to extended hand, that someone could not arrive
and depart in the same moment.
We wished for a collection of weather:
thunderclouds fastened beneath glass,
wind swirling in mason jars –
you wish I could remember feathers
without the bird cage, I wish you could fall asleep
without the chandelier on.
It is hard to achieve the quiet of an eyelash
or the swiftness of a fantail.
I wish for a cabinet full of color.
I wish for my ghost to bump into yours
when we cannot mutter about darkness
when you cannot play an instrument
to invoke anguish, when there is nothing
left to tarnish, or to taint
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better -Samuel Beckett.
Don't be seduced into thinking that that which does not make a profit is without value -Arthur Miller.
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"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say." ~Anaïs Nin
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I'd like to flood the streets of your heart with everything I cannot say.
DAYUM. I really like this. There's something very eclectic about it, and I think a lesser poet would have let the almost stream-of-consciouness feel get out of hand, but you managed to keep it under control masterfully and beautifully. I'll have to read it again to really get it, I'm sure, but that's good. It's the kind of poem that makes you think.
Also, I like your line breaks. They emphasize important lines nicely without being too abrupt or awkward.
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'you touched my heart, through it's shell'
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Whoever laughs first has the sickest mind.
without the bird cage" was the most powerful line. I loved its creativity! Spectacular poem.
"we spent a lot of time wishing the cut pair..." but I think it's also sort of a buisy poem. If you eddited it down to a shorter length, then I think each line would stand out more, get the attention it deserves. You have a wonderful way with words though.