gregory collins

Rookie - 25 Points (fall '72 / live on on the alfonsina storni side of florida)

The Soft Showers Of Her Bright Blue Eyes - Poem by gregory collins

The sidewalk is curved, like
my chilhood's faith,
is an understood thing
between my parents.
But it leads me to you,
even when i am stunned;
Even when i slumber along,
like the firefly awakens
age after forever age.

Pillowed upon the moment,
i should have stayed concealed.
I should have expected
justice and mercy were in
confusion and fright,
and it is my time for bliss
to have a thousand eyes.
It is my soul that has made
and re-made a God you must see.
A bed of our arms
and candlelight that assumes
the sun has a personality.

That the birds survive long enough
to make the leaves a fence
upon which poetry leans:
Upon which, is it even worth a penny,
sitting sadly upon
our millions of thoughts;
My old griefs inside the soft showers
of her bright blue eyes.
My deeper understanding of a gentle fate

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  • Emancipation Planz (10/14/2008 1:38:00 PM)

    WOW... anyal.... I'm left wondering if it is turned on by a mixer tap or two separate ones.. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 14, 2008

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