Sapphic Voices Poetry

Poetry by Tamara

Poetry Set One

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Cascade

Copyright © by Tamara, May 27, 2005

The trees do not blur
only float above the ground,
the green and the brown
two parts intertwined.

The rain is falling up
and the air is moving out
and you move by too fast,
and I hear no sound.

Rewind the tornado,
back to my Dorothy,
I tell her my story
and she sings me a song
where the rainbow will come,
and the day will live on.

If I go over this arch
the world will move right,
and I will continue
to die through the night.

I cascade down the fall,
back into my womb,
where I know what to do
and forget about you
who I never saw.

The Narrow Will Not Find The Meaning In This Line

Copyright © by Tamara, May 30, 2005

Even when
the truth
is ringing
as if a bell
declaring that which is
exemplary and righteous
amidst the resonance
still exists the murmur
of those who have the audacity
to deny the authenticity of
it all.

Never will those who see
with the narrowness of a line
understand the swirling melody
of that which is right.


and another one

Thee

Thee
scratching of
the worn cotton shirt
shifting, sliding
          d
        r
      a
    w
  p
u
on my stomach,
distracts me,
forcing me to
intensify my attention
on the
task at hand,
which is
to
simply
be alive.

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