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Sunday, January 27, 2013

going to church ...

hearts on edge
tattered church
curved to want.

our eyes mist
and i scatter butterfly lips on
my lover's second heart.

20 comments:

  1. gs. - loved your poem this week. thank you.

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  2. stan: and I like that you let me know - thanks

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  3. Very nice and so concise, Paige.

    Pamela

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  4. hi laurie, thank you. your poem is lovely.

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  5. 'Tattered church' reminds me that church..worship is a moveable feast..not a cold stone building.. J x

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  6. jae: for me I've noticed/felt that each church has her own
    personality and soul. thank you.

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  7. "I scatter butterfly lips on my lover's second heart"--this line really grabbed me. Beautiful poem, Paige

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  8. Beautiful and poignant,,,"curved to want" I like those words,,,

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  9. jacque: hi. thank you so much for your comment Z.

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  10. How beautiful and intimate. There is so much at play in the notion of a church -- both home and institution, both modest simplicity and baroque beauty, both collective and personal.

    So I'm not surprised that you chose few words for this poem. You implied so much with so little.

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  11. These words are all spirit..the church is within! lovely..

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  12. hi cammila: thank you! I learn much from your insightful comments.

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  13. hi lyn: thank you for the beautiful comment,
    "these words are all spirit" :}

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