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The Larger Stones
I took a second to hear the bells
the clamour of sorts
radiating down
summiting forward
to watch it all fall.
Your mouth tasted like lemons
cracked and silent
proud and flourescent.
Can you hear now?
The larger stones thrown
through a window so small;
they made sounds like a solitary lady
on stage proclaiming everything
and nothing.
They made their sounds
They made their fall
They swam in the sea
discovered new beings
They tasted the salt
They stammered
and woke.
Sitting still with a distorted rythymn
in your bones,
scorning yourself,
Will God forgive me?
Will she?
Hear my mind.
Clasp my heart.
Shut it down.
Loud and astounding.
Pounding the bells.
Pounding the graves.
Can you hear now?
The fastness; the push of wind
bouncing in the air.
Alone and through.
The candles lit.
The hammock swinging.
The sprout of grass beneath the tree;
The sadness.
The hurt.
The curtains of questions rising
halfway and slowly.
We've had enough of jumping right in.
We've made knots of our veins.
There's a dozen porcelain hearts
that need breaking.
So we dance the dance that's been
years away.
Sleep now, my love.
And in the hours,
we will be drunk off the dawn
until it all grows
dark.
As always, I come back every
As always, I come back every now and then and I understand more of your writing. I hope you haven't stopped. The real reason I'm here is to Ask if you will put flowers on her grave for me on the 4th. you know, I still think of her often. I loved her too. I am going to ask your brother as well so hopefully between the two of you someone will do this for me. I hope that day will be as okay as it can be for you guys. She was something else. Thank you if you will do this for me. Please. Take care Jersey.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
Mellow Mood
Enjoyed - Stella