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Poets’ Corner
The Clackamas Print
Wednesday, January 22,1997
LWT
by Joshua* Carlsen
by Jamie Nickila
Wilted death from doorstep's window
Silent whispers of fragile beauty
Token of a fallen heart go to
H
f
‘
m inside the eries
A stem so brutal
A light so small
Hear
feel
' ;W
touch
•
the smoldering heart
Presence is the rose's breath
Colors of pure velvet
Pouring into the soul
Sorrows fall like rain
Pain squeezing through the peak
Cure the hurt
Stop the blood
Open the door
Let in the light
RED LION CRYING
for Megan Shellfish
by Amy Pattison
by Amy Pattison
light blue threads
sown together
in my mind
unweaving over the years
pulled, whipped, stepped on
loved to shreds,
never changing expression toward
me.
the silk binding that once
surrounded
its soft, blue, loved.
comers
rubbed, touched, played
with
loved to shreds,
dissolve in the air
as memories to threads.
thread by thread
unravel
with each worn hole
it shreds.
the white thread that held it
together
has broken free,
the innocence escaped
CAK you HEAR WE?
Various travels tonight
we will make,
us three.
Rooms full of tie-dye incense
and handcrafted plates,
porcelain made and brushed with
paint.
A naked man straddles a bike.
We honk for acknowledgment
because "Everybody Hurts." < q
Naked he rides,
as if to sea.
A stolen, pink, candy-dipped,
rose,
rests on the blue dash.
Thank you, Grandma Goose.
Tonight the Red Lion cries,
tears that drown us,
as if water thrown from a glass.
Saying goodbye,
the words travel to sea,
said by each of us three.
thrown away by one
loved by another
the threads of my childhood
held together.
Perhaps you hear them
while you drink champagne
and look toward the sky
and see us two,
in a Supernova.
the touch and sight of instant
comfort.
But she forgot to ask
if he liked his cigar!
I'll ask him for you.
Night air is sp brittle ■
that my shaped7 hand
breaks it apart
with one subtle motion.
In one lifeless'second
’
your soul emits a shooting star ’
streaking across the sky
One solitary fiery life
emanates your passionate love.
My gaze drifts
along your body;
white chocolate skin, •
long, delicate legs
connect where love is purest,
heavenly breast
so soft and tender,
compassionate, thin arms
that have wrapped me •
many times over,
your face bearing innocence
with those eyes...
eyes so beautiful
my heart would rnelf
with but one look.
As I awake
black death lines
parallel each other
along a twisting road.
Fate has made you its canvas.
Your face,
now timeless,
covered by mosaic — '
glistening glass-shards,
twisted metal pieces,
deep, rich blood,, |j|r
Destiny’s selfish artery
I look back,
deep into night, ;.
your shooting star
racing life.
My cold hand
breakingapart air
as my finger
traces your soul into eternity
Poetry was submitted by
Diane Averill’s fall term
poetry class.
Submissions of poetry and
essays to the next edition
of the new, quarterly literary
corner of The Clackamas
Print should be sent to
Cindy Hines Kurfman, copy
editor, by 1 p.m. on Friday,
March 7.