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Cyberlovers
Winter -
Lonely and Cold
Canvas -
The Revision
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Scattered bits
pass through myriad wires
a bill is paid
the cycle begins anew
streams of consciousness reaching
through the electronic void
Friends (and possibly more)
reaching through the phosphor screen
Short nights spent online
(the morning comes too soon)
Give us back out piece of mind
(pieces in my case)
and ready us for the morning's gloom
Christopher Robin Perkins [Cameron]
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Callahan's Saloon
Cyberlovers
He said:
I wonder if your in-box is ready
for the delicate material
I am contemplating
Placing there.
She said:
Your contemplating is contagious.
My imagining is outrageous.
Your delicate sounds delicious.
Your hesitancy is propitious.
My in-box is nearly ready
For material so heady.
Your placing some just so
Makes me want to say: Go!
by Jeanne Khan
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Winter
From my window I can see
Forgotten flowers, bare armed tree.
A sparrow in its branches cowers
While just to test his aim and powers
A boy with wild and joyful swing
Hurls colored marbles at the thing.
And whitish clouds in iceblue sky
Indifferently are sailing by.
by Oktavia
Lonely and Cold
Nothing is so lonely
as missing your lover
on a winter day
and having to add
another cover
on the bed
because of the cold.
by Karen Franklin
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Canvas
You shall dream of being my canvas
when your head hits your pillow tonight.
You shall open your eyes wide in the dark
as white circles arrive in your line of sight.
You will see yourself stretched taut
fourways on a square wooden frame.
You will open each warp and woof
all ways as you call aloud my name.
You will watch me reach for the palette,
some tubes of paint, rags and turpentine.
You will watch me select special brushes
to flex before a broad stroke or a fine line.
You will observe me slowly mixing colors
by stretching up and out from your rack.
You will ask me to hurry wetting your face
because the easel is breaking your back.
You will notice that I am taking some quiet time
to study the canvas, to have the picture emerge.
You will grow less agitated as you understand
the wisdom of foreplay before fulfilling an urge.
You will begin to wait for when I am quite ready
by holding very still, stretched to the break point.
You will continue to wait as I select a daubing knife
instead, for splashes of color, your body to anoint.
by Jeanne Khan
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The Revision
The artist etches at the block
solid mist, a granite certainty
along the chisel line it breaks
and the grey dust settles at her feet
her wish takes shape
revealing the river of her dreams
the rush of her muse shines bright
as her withdrawl from society goes unnoticed
her survival an echo
while the critics limit what she's done
by Karen Franklin
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