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Lily Green Poem
I found fire
in the house
without a spark.
A whisper
snapping through flint.
I found fire
in me.
I looked up
and the blue orange evening sky
was there, and so was everything.
And the silent movement
of my face smiling
made me a flame
Copyright © Lily Green | Year Posted 2021
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Lily Green Poem
Get uncertain, fast.
I remember some, not much.
Clovers sweet and sour
puckering my lips
for the zing of existence,
my sour sweet mouth
always wanting more.
Nimbus clouds float by above,
soon there will be rain.
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I hate coming back
so many grieving people,
only I feel it.
On the porch at night
I sit thinking of nothing
I am not lonely.
Blue moon in the pond
across from the running crick,
Look! deer in the street.
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Sunrise, a pink bloom
brief, like the morning glory,
orange clouds settle.
Copyright © Lily Green | Year Posted 2021
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Lily Green Poem
moon, window tree’s shadow in my bedroom
the multiverse stares at me.
close my eyes, cling to a happy star.
Paulette curls up beside me, knowing I will leave tomorrow.
fear in her eyes, heavy soul,
we feel the same.
Suddenly I wake in tears, alone, and remember, how could I forget.
“Pauletteee” I cry
12/14/2021
Copyright © Lily Green | Year Posted 2021
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Lily Green Poem
content warning: briefly mentions death and describes a heartbeat
I have been shoved through the keyhole of death.
On the other side of then and now
you halt.
Once I was nursed by the wet thump of a heartbeat.
Shaken
by a sweet drip,
an everlasting quenching,
that once suddenly started wasting.
my misplaced thing:
memory of heart shaped fur
keeps me in this room of forever dreams
Copyright © Lily Green | Year Posted 2022
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Lily Green Poem
I love you like a fire just starting. Arent two things the same?
Me and two sisters travel through the sand mountains.
We look for shade, but only tall grass. So we sit and sweat, sparking green on the hillside like the fossil, warmbringing of old-time, spring.
Me and my sisters gain three big siblings.
One with a mind’s eye to dream. One with a hand to make wood. One with a lung to breath life.
We all hum, and hop back to the beach on burning feet.
cooling in Michigan’s blue heaven,
we feel the dragonfire bite of the icy summer lake.
Eruption of laughter and screams and high knees!
We meet the 4th sibling,
A love to surprise.
The dragon-egg sun cracks.
Copyright © Lily Green | Year Posted 2021
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Lily Green Poem
All these dogs still alive in the world,
still the runnings and jumpings and snarfing downs of dinners
and you’re not one of them.
Joy is unbeautiful beauty,
joy is a paradox.
The sorrow of what has happened,
and the sorrow of my sight of it,
so the delight of my memory of it,
so the being of it.
You were really on my chest
We really grew up beside each other
And Damn. Im alive.
things are serious
and possible
and with consequence
and poetry
and fur
and skin
Copyright © Lily Green | Year Posted 2023
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