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she is silent

she is silent
I make a noise
to myself

with this love
to fill a hole
there are songs

that others sing
of their love
I use

to fill spaces

she said what are you?

she said
what are you?

I said
I am

a wilderness
of self

in a matter
of fact

fashion

there are none

there are none
to talk with
my heart

stars
too far

make silence
a journey

this poem

this poem
is lonely
for eyes to read it

I came in from the garden

I came in from the garden
wanted to write a poem
bout love
what do you write
hon
when lonesome
has its way?

she said

she said
that fellow
makes lovely
greeting card
poems
David

I said
I like yr white panties
hon

she said make a poem of that then
David

I said yr like a half-moon
when wearing them
hon

a lovely friendship

she said
that would be a lovely
greeting card
David!

only to put it there

only to put it there
that it could exist
in her knowing

exiled from her heart

exiled from her heart

there is sadness
in the quiet places

I have made some flowers
I put them in a poem

when her eyes meet the sky
I can find them in the stars

write

write
on her wall

keats was
here

2022
an arrow
thru a heart
from Cupid’s
bow

and in the rain I have
walked today
with the leaves
and with the wind

and there was nowhere to stop
for a kind love
as Eve would have given Adam

a sadness ache

a sadness ache
in the quietest moments
when I would have reached for you
from my silent wall

I can make the lark in you sing
I can put love that it is beside you

self sufficient
it only asks to exist
like any feeling would want

when you read my poem

when you read my poem
I feel heart read
a feeling to have
your eyes over me

day

day
with rain

fall onto
leaves

of trees
outside

my windows

I sip
the silence

of rainfall
its soft
comforting

on my
rooftop

and in
my eyes

it has
made
a temple

for the quietest
love
I give
her

who had
no need
of me
only she
receive
my love
out of her
gentle way
with me

Friday

Friday
sermon of the wilderness
hon
the shelter of you
gone and today the sky
is raining
and beyond the sky God
is busy in Ukraine
and I pray for them also
what one does to another
must make God weep

talk to

talk to
no-one

there are
none here

silence lowers
the head

lowers
the heart

that wanted
love

these are my flowers

these are my flowers
pick them

these are my heart
I write

to her
or them

who left
along the way

to her window
with a sky

and so birds will sing

and so birds will sing
cause the sky is silent
and I play songs
cause the window is silent

I write

I write
a graffiti
of flower
on her walls

the meadow

the meadow
her heart

allowed love
placement

her curves
and her wishes

my body
obedient

leaving

& want
to look

what the eyes
want to see

ink flowers

ink flowers
for her

eyes to
read them