Best Footnote Poems

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I'm  sorry
I'm an ******* 
I'm not sure 
how this began
but it must end.

     If we continued, 
      I couldn’t face myself 
       in the mirror
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A polite rain
joined me briefly
before heading uptrail
to leave me standing, alone,
in a suddenly steaming forest.


I wrote this on a hike in the Adriondacks to  to Mt Marcy, the highest mountain in New York State. My Adirondack  Guide indicated that Tahawus was the a...

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As long as you write
There will be still memories
Leaking through our words...

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I amazed since you would be Orpheus
And play Apollo's lyre with so much skill
How rudimentary they tell the death of us
How conflicting the story of your frail will
Successful in Hades, empty handed 
By character, Hades need not keep you then
Among flattery you are best left...

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I order an audience, I command an audience
but it's a shallow demand
so all I ask is for just one
only one person come to me please
hear me out
erase my loneliness even if only for a brief instance
but just spare the laughter of hearing my distant theories
I...

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THE PASSING OF A FOOTNOTE

without foresight
or future concern
we cast our stones
into the waters of uncertainty
the river holds us certainly

epic ignorance
existence in spite
maleficent macrocosm
the truth lets you know
it's ok to let go

ghosts of the past
a friend found at last
we succumb to fears
being lost in the years

the...

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When Adam was known as Clay Potter
He saw Eve was nude in the water
He went for a dip
Made one little slip
And that's how they got their first daughter!...

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The music played between the bambo walls
My heart was dancing outside the ken
Of adult passion and woman ways, 
Your body calls me back again ... I followed you
And all that of among the pile of coveting eyes
Was the conquest attributed to my plight
Dancing while my...

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Footnote

I drink coffee
She kneels, barefoot.

I don’t speak.
She doesn’t rise
until I’ve finished.

I rest the cup on her back, 
and kiss her toes
like they’re gospel.


© Arin M. Dey, 2024. All rights reserved. Do not repost or reuse without permission.
First published on @thecelestialsmut — read gently, touch respectfully.



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The nature of being,
  its whole and its parts

The nature of being,
  its fits and its starts

The nature of being
  the old and the new

The nature of being
  —to me and to you

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)...

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If not in memory’s service,
do we still write the words

To leave the past unledgered
—and by token paid

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)...

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