day 1 NaPoWriMo
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She wasn’t much for the silly.
There was no pun in her to mention.
A laugh required an awkward moment,
maybe even a fumbled narrative about
the courtship of humans in that messiness
of figuring the ‘Other’ out.
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That seemed silly to her, all that figuring
it out, all that otherness, all that fumbling
around for connection in the pet and grind.
The getting to know you in the stumble of
words, lingering stares, lips that desire.
She figured that was pretty silly.
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She figured there was no giggle in any of that
in her stuttered awkwardness
Her hands twined around her loneliness
Wishing the yearning would dissolve
out of her heart’s hungry want.
Where was the silly in any of that?
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She tried to look away
She tried to feel away
She tried to let invisibility
be the friend it never had been
How ridiculous that would be
to be seen now, to be in the messy
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To let the foolishness of lonely,
of desire, ravage at her singularity
Breaking the resolve that Love was
a silly thing, a confusing thing, a
fraught and chaotic thing.
She wasn’t that kind of Fool.
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The kiss changed all that.
Reblogged this on master bias leaning.
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Thank you Cliff. I appreciate your reblog. I enjoyed your poetry. Gonna follow you, see what your up to.
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Thanks! I enjoyed your piece. (obviously) I discovered it from a Facebook link on Jill Badonsky’s page.
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Ah… the Lovely Jill. I did her creativity Coach, twice. I occasionally do the weekly poetry/art experience she offers. Great connection to have Cliff.
Thanks again
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