Poem - A Seed From Rhythmless Me by Raven Mcgraw

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Raven Mcgraw

Short Stories

- The Riverlight

Poems

- All Good Turning Wind
- Time Is Waiting In The Water
- Poets Colorful Goodnight Children
- Add To Me Along The Road
- Through The Town Of Mirrors: A Search For A Cowboys Last Rights
- Our Promenade Into The Garden
- Raven Medicine
- The Sound Of Our Perfect Color
- Random Whole
- Volume At The Rodeo
- Automatic Flowers
- A Seed From Rhythmless Me

A Seed From Rhythmless Me
by Raven Mcgraw

She says I'm choppy (like air?)
And I try not to think what that means
Her coquettish smiles are always contagious
As she takes in attention from her fickle turns of endearment
And inhales whispers that sound like dreams

Her voice is almost perfect now
As she nears me I can see
where she put all of her highlights
Its like it was when we were children
And everyone had to scream
Just as all the girls fainted into their make up

And now I am covered with her as we play spin the bottle
Her powder sprays as a braid on a plaid in my kilt
Everywhere she goes lives the harshness of summer
And all prairies are lonely
as she glides by with her wilting flowers

past a graveyard
where there is only dead winters wheat
a faded scent in the sun
and a simple boys deeds
are pollen from your wind
as you turn and casually exhale
and the second is over
with your heart beating
rhythmless me vanishing in your breeze

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