Brian Sonberg Poems

She struggles with her mirror
Tries to find lines on her face
Any mark to indicate
Emotions were present once
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Perfect blue skies
And I'm stuck inside
Listening to the cadence
On the record stutter and
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Where the land meets the sea, down by the pier,
I stood many a day just breathing,
Watching the men fish with nets and with spears.
No matter if the day was dark or clear
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Swim awhile
In stillness
Word above
Ears below
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Blue eyes
We danced
Through the greenest springs
In my dreams
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Torn between
Expectation and
Longing
Eagle stripped bare
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I like my coffee dangerous
Silky brown with a twist
Hot to the touch
And foreign blended
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in my room
it's neither day
nor night
shadows look expectantly
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the first blush
came softly
after years
the face soft
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sit around
in squeaky chairs
in desks too small
in a circle
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