Soliloqui i talk to myself.
  • scissors
    January 20th, 2010ChristinePoetry

    for winter, with love

    the chill of the floorboards on bare feet,
    the after-shower shiver,
    the daybreak frost fades to dew

    the cloudless cyan canvas, cold glaring sun-
    lies!
    my opaque breath, my hardened cheeks don’t
    lie
    but i take it in, this
    precious painting

    orange – to – blue
    photoshopped gradient backdrops
    behind spiny silhouettes of
    suburban forests

    i lie in hardened blades of grass,
    face towards the slate and stars,
    burning wood and ice in the wind

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    scissors
    September 9th, 2009ChristinePoetry

    let these dusty dreams unfold like brittle pages
    i’ll close my eyes towards the sand and wind
    and feel you on my skin
    unimposing
    like the glare from the setting sun

  • scissors
    November 13th, 2008ChristinePoetry

    i like to creep lightly in life’s quiet crevices
    among the harried and hurried crowds.
    above the clamor of the coffee cafe
    my thoughts are calm and come in rolling waves
    no one knows me here
    i sit by myself
    in myself
    watch myself
    let the caffeine call to my sleepy senses
    they speak
    and the sound
    escalates to a
    hush. no one’s here
    i hear no one.

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