In any event

any length of time

from: Chiricahua Summer 2005

Floating

is

sentient
light
convincing
feathers
to
form
transcendence



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It is all hush or mist

Measure it keen

I am a deer in headlights

Stand with me
In this stream of thought
Of you today

something from the other day

I want him to love me as I am, with lipstick.

I want him to wrap his arms around me from behind and hold me in silence.

How much it hurts to talk about breakfast.

Now, this is gourmet.

I never had a mantra until that moment.

Put the cake in the freezer.

Choose words carefully.

Music, always music.

We walk, the bus is not coming. The bus passes us in between bus stops, no closer to the clouds of the drizzly sky than we are.

Snow stops before landing on sidewalk.

You see only desert no road, no water, no one.

You do not see because you are preoccupied looking for other things.

I gave you what I wanted for myself.

How much time have I spent waiting?

Seasons make waiting bearable.

listen to ME.

Rewrites history. Avoids future.

Pack, pack, pack.

FYI

My poetry can be found online @ :


Wordriot:
http://www.wordriot.org/template.php?ID=858

Zafusy:
www.zafusy.com; http://www.zafusy.com/jennifercleaver.htm

MoriaPoetry:

www.moriapoetry.com; http://www.moriapoetry.com/v4i4.html

Thanks for reading,
Jennifer

Sunrise

broken metal nonsense
frames
echoes
radiant orange mountain
eyes narrow
morning
frost melting
otherwise
known
as electricity
no known impulses
largo goes the lasso
wide eyes, wide sky
nothing spoken, yet
this is a solar revival

one of my first pictures
with my under-water camera

not

an under-water picture

No one says
good morning

3:15

It is 3:15 a.m.

As far as I can go in one day

as far as I can tell,

I'll let you know tomorrow.

How long does it take?

Sleep/ s/ in
deep sea skin
drowns in afterthoughts


This is the first poem in my unpublished book of poetry, Hooks in my Temples.

Last Night

How do you pronounce
kiss?

kiss
kiss
kiss
kiss

This Morning

the javelina circle the house
the leaves rush to the ground
as morning becomes afternoon
some of the leaves go further and further
away;
some near the base of the windmill
,at the nudge of a slight breeze, dispersing light and shadows
a thrasher investigates the ground
tiny creatures stuck in a web
(death could be the absence of anticipation)
the spider sleeps in a cave made home
the human in a cave made home
blows bubbles towards curious whiskers

variations on fate

scavenge the yard
glass
nails
prickly pear
knives
gloves
broken pipes
wounded soldiers
grasshoppers

nothing so tender as

dancing on the hoods of cars