flint
today i don’t want
to be greedy about anything.
forget greedy,
i don’t even want to want what i want
i want to stand here on bare earth
naked and white
beneath this sky of broken promises
listen to the thunder
i want to be cracked open
by an errant bolt of lightning
lit, for one brief moment
from the inside out
fed by a harvest of sunshine
and scolded by the red words
of dusk
i want to be hollowed out and left
opened and forgotten
today i don’t want
to be greedy about anything.
i want to breathe fire into blue surrender
hold everything still and empty
wait for hope to fill me up
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April 17th, 2013 at 7:59 am
i came to your blog.
i got what i wanted.
thanks.
April 17th, 2013 at 11:23 am
I don’t want to be greedy either, I want what you want.
April 17th, 2013 at 1:19 pm
Your poems lately have become very adventurous-very ambitious. You don’t need lightning, lady – you shine and you can stop that. Wonderful poem.
April 17th, 2013 at 4:58 pm
me too…..xo
April 19th, 2013 at 11:51 am
oh yeah. you know. you KNOW.