the world and words of a writer

gretchen is a writer floating between australia and manhattan

Category: poetry (page 9 of 65)

éveil internationale

I’ve been writing in French lately…

éveil internationale

et ses paroles sont devenues
mon pinceau. mon inspiration.
mon amour.
soudain,
je pensais en français…
pinot noir. creme brule.
baisers à Manhattan en –
rêvant de l’Australie.
et mon monde
élargi. couleurs
que tout a commencé
quand j’ai regardé dans les yeux.

international awakening

and his words became
my paintbrush. my inspiration.
my love.
suddenly
i was thinking in french…
pinot noir. creme brule.
kissing in manhattan –
dreaming of australia.
and my world
expanded. colors
that all started
when i looked in his eyes.

hurricane draft

hurricane draft

when it started…
hearing his voice
(like sunlight on your face)
became… natural.
and his words
were… (wind in your hair)
Art.
to make you. pace.
blown away –
(mon trésor, mon amour)
cattails.
floating on the breeze.

safe bet

safe bet

i would never
tell
how he invited
he asked and begged
and i did… Continue reading

his birthday

Per Australia time, it’s my husband’s (“ex husband”) birthday today. Saint Patrick’s Day. It’s been a minute since I’ve written poetry. It spilled from my fingertips tonight: Continue reading

is no above

i turned. mySelf… i mean. US. i SCREAMED it
AND NO ONE listened or pretended to
plead. recognize what happens. piles of shit.
becoming sick from where you can’t see YOU.
i woke up and acted for the sake of
US. i crawled and scratched off sickness again.
i choked on concepts. ever. above.
sacks of skin begging for a sight of… than.
please bid me purpose. to say… i’ve been. touched.
if i escape time, that means. i killed. when…
wishes of sharing… it matters so… much.
being. born. to know where WE all came from.
where there’s no below. there IS no ABOVE!

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