Amy Whittlesey Poems

I come from a line of shattered things
and throw away paper planes that flew for a moment
from steadfast sadness acres over

it’s hard enough to grieve alone
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How then I found in you a balm
to salve a ripp’d-torn heart
It was your little ears, your eyes
celestial works of art
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When I wake I put my feet on the floor
as dreams swirl about my head
I tend my clothes and my eyes adjust
from comfort’s vision
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LOVE leaves you scars you

can't erase. LOVE hurts.
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Don’t breath God if you want to write
that would turn the tables, Right?
and pledge a renaissance in lines
of beauty, and of beauty’s fines
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this morning I was drafted
by your eyes blue
as blue can be
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milk without honey
toast without jam
work without fridays
east without lamb
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Steal my muse from another time and you’ll have run off with my soul
It takes a village to be sublime
my people out in metre’d rhyme
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Millions upon millions of things happen
at once in this world, this universe, this scenario,
this room
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The flying arrow found it’s mark
from heart to heart it grew
along the way to
pierce a lark as miseries ensued
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