Short Incarnadine Poems

Haiku 107
	
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	The Wasteland     Incarnadine
	winter afternoon
	
	
	
	
	
	01.13.2014
	
	
	Incarnadine, by Mary Szybist, is the 2013 National Book Award Winner 
        for Poetry....

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Fie! My heart doth not shatter!
‘Tis the blood that maketh the bond
Chain’d by an unforeseen incarnadine bane
Thou shalt not be abstained
Lest thou seeketh the road of sorrow
Hast thou betray’d thy inner self?
For thou hast cast aside blood’s legacy
Yet bond there is, for life prevails
Fie! My heart doth not shatter!...

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At the edge of day and night,
a silent joy reigns between
thoughts in unison.

Ocean’s field shimmers blue-green
beneath a sky, tangerine.

Our sailboat’s hue is mirrored
on the sea, incarnadine
cast by light of sun.

Skin against tanned skin, we lean -
our eyes on our horizon


May 13, 2018 for Rob Carmack's 'Premiere II - Open' Poetry Contest...

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I am red as murder
I have done it again
Incarnadine and destructable
I have done it again
My hideous trick

The lids eclipse my hollows
Nothing. My body lies to me
And breathes a web of smog
If I trap the dirty oxygen
Just long enough

I have done it again
My body ticks relentlessly
And evaporates mouthful after curdled mouthful

I feel like a red balloon
Bursting a birth of shadows
To die
To die by science
And swallow those missiles....

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Unhooking my bikini, I fall in
to Utah Lake; it’s thirteen years ago!
I’m naked, and the sun - incarnadine -
like me, has also slipped itself down low,
(though into dusk), while, I -in water -glow! 

My arms are freckle-speckled, lightly tanned.
Beneath my skin I’m feeling golden, and
my breasts are buoys, round and pearly white.
My legs kick strongly; they are lean and grand;
I’m sturdy - yes - but now I’m sweetly light!

For Cyndi MacMillan's YOUR BIRTHDAY SUIT Poetry Contest...

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