Long Cornelia Poems

Continuation from previous poem

We reached the footer of a castle steep,
Seven times by walls encircled very tall,
Defended by a river hard to leap.

We overpassed it as hard ground at all;
Through seven doors I entered with...

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The brevity of life astounds me
As I question everything with a burning need
Must it all be ordinary, so dull and transient?
What is missing, what am I trying to feed?
And as I work through my day,...

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I grew up
as the day disappeared into the black of night
As love became a senseless fight
I grew up
and left my innocence behind
In a pink-lined box
where a tiny ballerina twirled
to a little girls song
While my dreams...

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I look up from my post, lying on the floor
Questioning the cracks in the ceiling above me
Likening them to my recent history
Stretched from end to end
Wall to wall
They mimic my life
Like jagged scars
A life-line transcribed
From...

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Row me out Captain
to our secret room
Steal me far from shore
Let me sit tight against you
Bathe with me in this gold-flecked light forevermore
I’ll trail my fingers through the warm silk of the water beneath
While we...

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Cornelia’s Red Vest

Cornelia Chipmunk wears a red vest
Without it she feels pos-i-tive-ly undressed
It has thirteen pockets and twenty-one zippers
And fastens in front with some Velcro-like grippers

These pockets can hold all kinds of odd things
Like shoelaces,...

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The wind leans in 
against my walls
Tempestuous,
in a melancholy fever
It’s reckless moaning calls 
to every sinew
binding me in place
Howling to unleash me
from this empty time
this vacant space
Ripe with the frenzied ghosts 
of worthless things
And the...

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I've lain beneath the trees as they wept
Spread-eagled on beds of wild sage
Surrounded by the brave soldiers
of fallen leaves turned crimson and gold
I've breathed in love on a sweet scented 
summers day
And exhaled my soul...

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Cracked crevasses
miles deep
Explode in thundering booms
as they spread
into hollow and empty rooms
Replacing the chambers 
of a bursting heart
with desolate echoing caverns
Splitting what remains apart
unraveling the fabric of our life at the seams
We are carved by...

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My bed is Kansas
Endless, barren windswept plains
Of empty sheets
Stretching to a distant horizon
It could be the flats of Nebraska 
On a starless night
Lonely
Bleak
So far, I can’t reach
And I’m storm chasing
Longing for a wild tumbleweed
to get...

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