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"Poem"

Sea Features

She is erect

her bones infused

with the strength

of her imagination

She is waiting

her desires understood

coal burns outside

her new windows

She is returning

her voice found

old fears gone

blood runs to her hands

She is sculpted

her life’s angles

cradle her heart

new rhythms beating

She is broad

her skin promising

clasps and warmth

her wrists on my neck

guy wires

keeping me from tumbling

Her shoulder blades

syncopate my plams

and split my life lines

into quatrains

She smiles to herself

and she is warm

and she is rain

and I lean into the weather

relax into her promise

and settle

a few steps closer to myself

Jun 23rd, 2009
 
Photographer: Oh Jung Seok

Dust of Snow
The way a crow Shook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued.
(Robert Frost)

Photographer: Oh Jung Seok

Dust of Snow

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

(Robert Frost)

Jan 9th, 2009