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Not out of my depth
the water is cold
but the view
behind my shaded goggles
is good
I feel each tendon
connecting dispirit parts
My smooth movements
mimic the style
the slip, the slide
we could share a lane
we could
his wet body slicing the water
right by my side
gentle, fast
moving the space between us
sharing the molecular multi-verse
And when we both, as one
hoist our dripping selves up
onto the poolside
I offer one Chickasaw plum
Could he possibly, after all
we have been through
say no
Nadine Charity
Print Photo Sculpture Word StreetArt Conceptual
Thursday, August 7, 2014
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Word
Mumuration
Morning light
smooths my body
startles
like a mumuration
of starlings
leg, hips bending
into a heavy center
hidden remains hidden
things seen blur
in bright
and blend
come, light beckons
moving together
is possible
probable
Monday, March 10, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
Word
Random and Fractured
Another me stands
holds my knees through everything
while I claw my way
Dirt cakes under my nails
The usual cast, so like me, takes
the assigned place
But I'm way ahead
I grab the tined tool
leave a trail not hard to follow
Hair, so personal, wraps and enfolds
I can't bring myself to cut, though, like the trees
it grows back
Another me stands
holds my knees through everything
while I claw my way
Dirt cakes under my nails
The usual cast, so like me, takes
the assigned place
But I'm way ahead
I grab the tined tool
leave a trail not hard to follow
Hair, so personal, wraps and enfolds
I can't bring myself to cut, though, like the trees
it grows back
after it has been washed
and brushed
and braided
and curled
and bound
I have become fond of this hair it turns out
and brushed
and braided
and curled
and bound
I have become fond of this hair it turns out
Band saw and exuberance
slice the tree in smooth strokes
with a perfectly matched partner
Stumps litter the landscape
A place to sit
a table for my ginger tea
while I balance the trunk
easy as a peacock feather
I grub, one with trees, among pigs
How did they get here?
My world is inside out
This is not a farm
These are nearly wild. They are like a sneeze
ill-timed, unwanted, but my head is clear
These improbable pigs
when they are cut, bleed
The cry of pigs surrounds me
Blood pools at my feet and flows away
Blood connects and grounds me
slice the tree in smooth strokes
with a perfectly matched partner
Stumps litter the landscape
A place to sit
a table for my ginger tea
while I balance the trunk
easy as a peacock feather
I grub, one with trees, among pigs
How did they get here?
My world is inside out
This is not a farm
These are nearly wild. They are like a sneeze
ill-timed, unwanted, but my head is clear
These improbable pigs
when they are cut, bleed
The cry of pigs surrounds me
Blood pools at my feet and flows away
Blood connects and grounds me
I enter the ring with bulls, another non sequitur
choose the most fierce
with the sharpest horns. Leave the rest
to their flowers in Spain
while I prove myself
against these, the most noble of foes
choose the most fierce
with the sharpest horns. Leave the rest
to their flowers in Spain
while I prove myself
against these, the most noble of foes
White cotton panties
undershirt and ankle socks
hide larval form behind a knit veil
from the five and dime
Because this, of course, happened long ago
in the barely remembered past of a child
I have grown so old
I am mistaken for the mother of a friend
and after one tear for youth and one look back
ready, but not really
to embrace them
all of my many selves
and leave them behind
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