the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

Category: poetry (page 6 of 64)

rekindle rapport

rekindle rapport

when we met
we extended. i taught
and we learned
while he swore. that. this
only happens once.
i chewed my nails
and i bit too short.
i curled into 4am
silence. and he was
the one p/eace/iece
be(cause) the way i
shake. he k(new)
that. when i stretched
into the sun it was
like i could never reach
far. enough. the style
i chose to stop; inside.
there is so much
loud noise every time
i hold my breath.
when i exhale
he always appears
again.

aspiring amore

aspiring amore

I was. Thinking in poetry again.
Green-blue constellation eyes. Staring. Back.
I inhaled now and stopped wishing for when.
I straightened my spine and felt my bones crack.
A bounce in my step and new aura glow;
Like there’s no longer a possible stop.
And never invention of the word no.
The expansion of my heart. Stomach drop.
What I didn’t say came out through my pores.
Sunlight showers washing my grey sky days.
Opening windows and taking down doors.
Reinvention of love, finding new ways.
His puzzle piece body completes my spread –
A hydrated desert. Appetite fed.

magnetic incitement

magnetic incitement

I became a magnet on 2nd Ave;
I turned to attraction, drawn to his core.
Becoming who you are, not what you have.
Exceeding physical with pull and lure.
I awoke the next day, drawn to the sky.
My thoughts, soul and heart – a new direction.
Grounded at last, a reborn style of flight.
Perpetually stuck to this reflection.
We fit like spirit with facts of science.
Every thought magnetic, every heartbeat.
Becoming vital with no reliance.
When opposite dissipates truth can meet.
Our body’s attraction, merged into one.
Eternal connection. Never undone.

outside (of) me

outside (of) me

it is
like…
i can. feel…
and when?
he approaches…
i have this
extension.
i am stretching
while he pulls
i am twisting.
(and i suddenly
_________________view lifetimes in—)
side. his eyes.
like i do not
have to tell
you.

Beginning Conclusion

Conclusion commençant

Je commencé étirement nouveau
Dans la cuisine, à l’étage.
Je commence à écrire dans différents
Encres de couleur . Violet… Or…
Je commencé à cuisiner des desserts
Parce que la vie avait un goût plus doux
Léchant des cuillères et tenant par la main.
Je brûlé… encens…
__________________Je commencé à regarder la lune.
__________________________________________Encore.

I started stretching again
In the kitchen, on the floor.
I started writing in different
Coloured inks. Purple… gold…
I started preparing dessert
Because life tasted sweeter
Licking spoons and holding hands.
I burnt… incense…
_________________I started watching the moon.
__________________________________________Again.

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