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Holding back
my horses of affection bridle tugging heels slipping in the dust of past mistakes I want to run headlong and with abandon crashing through the stables of your unsuspecting heart.
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Matter:
n. physical substance; that which occupies space. Deep space, of course is blackness without limits thus all mankind came from Africa one people balanced on one earth that skates around one galaxy heads spinning through fear and denial of the right of all humans to occupy space with unique physical substance to be seen felt and heard an acknowledgment a communion an end to spilling bullets, blood, and dreams turn over a new light year please, with greater wisdom and more love this is a poem about mattering. |
Heather Lee Rogers
I write and perform poetry. I have been published on many websites and print publications at various times throughout my life. I live in NYC where I also create as an actor. Acting projects make me forget that I'm a poet for long stretches of time. But I mean to work on that here: I'll be posting old poems, new poems, and everything in between. Thanks for visiting. Enjoy! Archives
January 2023
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