Poetry ~ 4

love me, love me not

A blue turbulence of sea
sweeps the beach's hairline
like a long-haired girl's fretful hand.

The small boy casts stones into the waves,
dripping himself back into the water,
tear by pebble-thrown tear.

red pregnant spider

A red pregnant spider
floats
in a filthy white basin
of rain water

Even when she is dead
and all of her children are dead
still my child runs
from her watery spin 

snowdrops

mother pearls of earth,
shy-stalked nuns at winter prayer,
tears of polished milk.

sad girl on a beach

Flowers pressed silent,
stones holding their breath for hours;
the foam agitates.

She reads poetry
out loud, from her heart's soft lips,
sad girl on a beach.

The sand dunes whistle,
birds freckle the whitened sky;
all is thistledown.

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