Magnetic Poetry

Shadows explode across
his face because
of me and gentle
creatures enchant you
my love nightmare
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Celebrate a spirit breathing
hear a child leap like her dream
ask perfect wanderings
why me
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he was like a hero in the basement
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new gravity inside the heart
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Giants escape the moon
through a battle
I zip by like a firebug
and take my man
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Turn life around
relent from shadow
throw off cold
and change
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A thousand years love
I dream his song
only to chase the feeling
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Clouds leap as they fall
sleep good
so will we
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Bring color to my thoughts
perfect love this evening
I wander through strange sky
waiting hard
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She is beneath him
no special story
if he were a child
she would tell her secrets
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The great thing about magnetic poetry is that you only have a select choice of words to choose from, so your diction really does matter. I know in Creative Writing (the class) they use magnetic poetry. I love it!

A poem.......Bored in German class

In Leaps and Bounds

I watch as you scoop a mound of clay
from the block next to you,
caressing it like a child.
As you smooth the raw material,
I notice your worn hands.
Those hands, rough from years of labor,
speak their own language with the clay
as the wheel spins and a shape forms.
Making the bowl is like magic before my eyes
but I'm paying no attention to your creativity.
Instead, my eyes follow your hands
along the moist texture, making
ridges
caverns
canyons.
They do a poetic dance with the bowl,
Dipping and swooping
Smoothing and gouging.

I imagine that I am that clay
and you are my creator.
I have potential to be
a work of magnificent art
a weapon of brutal killers
or maybe just a mistake.

Your mind only knows what I will be
and how I wish I could see
what you see in me.


March 16, 2007