"Poeta nascitur, non fit."

19th May 2012

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Needless to say, it’s been an alright day.

Needless to say, it’s been an alright day.

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6th May 2012

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barefoot-traveller asked: I like your writing!

Thank you very much! Your blog is awesome.

2nd May 2012

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For Kate - The Water In St. Kilda

There’s a magic
to the way
the night
spins here.

For years,
I had fasted
myself
of
the things
you have now
burned
inside of my
chest.

You dug gardens
into
the head of my rivers.

The wrens watch
from upstairs.

The daytime here
is a graveyard
on the coast;
slipping away
at noon.

I’ve learned to stop burying
my bones in the sand.

My love is deeper than that.



G. E. Lovely

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29th April 2012

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Busy, busy, busy.

Busy, busy, busy.

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25th April 2012

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Afterglow

You are good morning
and
afternoon.

There is
a finch
hovering above
your eyelids.

The room
caught fire
and no one seemed
to notice.

Your finger
tips
are July.

It’s my favorite
time of year.




G. E. Lovely

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23rd April 2012

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Building Rockets

You drew stars
in the sky
with only your finger.

I sat each night
watching them shine.

I counted them.
I wished on them.
I watched them fall.

The days seem
colder.

The grass stopped growing.

Since you’ve been gone,
I’ve built rocket ships
in my mind.

One day,
I’ll meet you there.




G. E. Lovely

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16th April 2012

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The French Girl

She looked like
stolen diamonds.

I let her in.

“Venez avec moi!”

I could not understand
her language,
yet she screamed it like
I was standing with
my back
near the ocean.

I heard every word.

My heart had been
stolen
many years ago.

A band of thieves
in heaven
know my sorrow.

I followed her for years.

She smelled like
Sunday afternoon.

I decided to stop
hanging myself
in the mornings.

The rope was getting
worn out.

J’ai besoin de toi.
Je t’adore.
Je t’apprécie vraiment.

These things I know.




G. E. Lovely

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10th April 2012

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8th April 2012

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Happy Easter, Folks.

I hope you find what you’re looking for.

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2nd April 2012

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Striped Tents

You smile
like a
circus.

Acrobats
swing
from your shoulder blades.

The thousand year stare
elephants have
has always made me
want to fly.

You touch
my hand
and I’m standing
on high ropes

just praying
not to fall.



G. E. Lovely

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