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Category Archives: early poems
Simple
I’m blots of ink, a line or two, a supergirl you draw from inner sight. Now split the paper with your pen to find my comic heart. © 6 Jan 2009, Heather Quinn, all rights reserved; edited 5 Jan 2012, … Continue reading
Posted in ...hera's fire, ...writers' work, conceptualizing, early poems, editing, ego, rhythm, sonics, writing poetry
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Clouds, like Toledo
Riding south, across the river, a mile below the Bridge, see? A tower and forested hills, with leaves glowing in nooks in the bare, smoky trees, as if someone’s been shooting paintballs there, and the wind shearing the earth to … Continue reading
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A poem, an edit
A poem’s beginning is maybe a waking dream — expressed in words. Inside that beginning, the writer hides something secret, even from him- or herself. share?
Posted in ...shikara, conceptualizing, early poems, editing, evolution, rhythm, sonics, writing poetry
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Spelling your name, 3 drafts
Last night I fell asleep under only a sheet. There was a chill rain all night, and my windows were open. Later I woke from the cold. My right hand was tracing the name of the man I love in … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafediting, conceptualizing, early poems, editing, inspiration, writing poetry
Tagged cuniform, love, name, touch
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Callery pears
Callery pears, their white lace and cream like Watteau; the etchiness of oaks in bud, scribbled high. Reach for the sky, the sap’s up! As sweet and raw as a wood fire am I, and sad as the sea. What … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafediting, early poems
Tagged Callery pears, love, oaks, sea, spring, Watteau, wood fire
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Why I love newspapers
Or is it newscreens, newswebs or newsnets? I haven’t bought a paper paper in more than a year. One of my fav’s, TOI, isn’t available at my local newsstand. What’s the newsstand guy going to do when we’re all reading … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafetti, ...writers' work, early poems, early prose, ego, inspiration, Wikipedia, writing for blogs
Tagged economy, environment, global, love, newspapers, religion, scraping
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For the first time
For the first time, I face the edge of me & the world,drawn like a line of Conté red on pale paper:If I cross I’m dead. Holding my arms over bowed head, all these years of self defense,I didn’t know there was a line to see. I … Continue reading
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An L Lies down in Laziness
an L Lies down in Laziness in Line and Line a brokenness bent symboL of a Lambent sound of words Like Love Lost Light and Life Lyric to an EngLish mind an aum entrains an m like this औम and … Continue reading
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There’s a room I keep for you (reworked)
There’s a room I keep for you in the woods near a spring, a mountain cabin with blued-edged corners, soft cream-colored walls, a lilac bush growing by the door. The door is never locked, though it has a key. The … Continue reading
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There’s a room I keep for you
There’s a room I keep for you, a study in the woods, a simple cabin in the mountains, near a cool spring. It has blued-edged corners, cream-colored walls, very soft, an old lilac bush outside the door. The door is … Continue reading
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Unpunctuated (reworked)
dark light frogs sing in the night of me tigers stroll in the crowns of trees my words slid from the strings of me lose softness in your strong square hands the hour is late tigers hunt frogs sing in … Continue reading
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Unpunctuated
in dark of night frogs sing tigers take long quiet strides you with strong square hands slide words like pearls off my strings meant only for you unstrung words lose the softness of me tigers hunt in the fields the … Continue reading
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Perfect (open-ended)
Two-thousand-meters-high icey-pristine. Soft, warm and welcome as mothers (can be). Powerful, valiant, just like my dad. Pear-sweet crisp-apple-ish classically bad. Noblesse oblige of the high-wired kind. A mind soaked in honesty, gulabi-style. Compassion in person for all that you meet. … Continue reading
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Masala lines
(now then now) I send my prayers on winds to clear a fog of mind all smiles to dry some very hidden tears a kiss to smooth that noble worried brow my gentle hands to take away the briers you … Continue reading
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Mood indigo (original)
in this quiet indigo place where lake slides over shore or shore’s dark hands reach into lake where rain surprises grass to beat it into reed and water-hyacinth in this indigo quiet cloud glances down and back with coyness as … Continue reading
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Characters like offerings
Characters like offerings thrown on oceans under shifting skies, bob up and down on sparkled wavelets of desire, where force of gravitas pulls focus on a single all to all that sucks in hard, and spits back out again. With … Continue reading
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The jackal and the tigers
a jackal sniffing at tigers’ prey, surprised by the moon in the night, cries at the moon as if it’s a man. then it gnashes its teeth and eats. under the trees, the tigers recline, and watch the jackal feed. … Continue reading
Posted in ...heather quinn blog (wp), conceptualizing, early poems, editing, rhythm, writing poetry
Tagged cobra, jackal, moon, tiger, tree, water
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A wild house mouse
a mouse a mouse wild in the house clothed in velvet soft like a cat gray as a stone with apple-seed eyes looking for rice share?
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Life on a little table
this little table is chaos for me home, exhausted i shed what i wear the table holds artifacts of no time and offerings for myself, set in silver, like these: moonstone pendant, a polished sliver of clouds and blue sky; … Continue reading
Posted in ...heather quinn blog (wp), composing, conceptualizing, early poems, ego, rhythm
Tagged chaos, sky, spirit, table
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Intentions
Stepping from a cab onto a rainy street in New York City where I live I’m splashed by cabs that pass at speed forcing force sheets of dirty water up and over enemies on foot, like me. Like that, the … Continue reading
Posted in ...heather quinn blog (wp), conceptualizing, early poems, ego, inspiration, rhythm, sonics
Tagged autumn, love, NYC, rain, streets, summer, whinging
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