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Emily Hanson Poem
Feet throb – and blisters swelling –
And specked blood – on leather soles confirm
A sandaled trek beside the Thames –
Surely my highest and measureless Most –
With God and the Devil – drinking the Fullness – laugh –
And all directions people swarm –
And myriad step gives Beat to the dance –
While beneath – the whirl of Electric shuttles
And vibrations are part
Of the Perception above –
And no Omniscient can know exactly
When – What – is happening – How –
The sun feels it too – shows that it does –
Stretches out – leaving liquid shade
To swim through –
I can still feel the pumping Buzz –
From the city’s Heart through my veins –
But its brick I can’t tap under toe –
Copyright © Emily Hanson | Year Posted 2010
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Your words shuffle through my head,
Chase my thoughts in circles.
Your smile, your squinting eyes,
I want to reach out and touch,
Head on shoulder, arm on arm.
You come closer.
Smoke, skin,
You’re in my lungs,
You warm my blood.
You light my cigarette,
I take my first drag.
And my world spins,
Hands shake,
Heart murmurs.
Copyright © Emily Hanson | Year Posted 2011
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I kneel in my bedroom
A nubby knit blanket softens the wood under my knees ankles toes
I take the thin black cap of dark red polish—
The color my mom said no to when I was young
The dark of a girl’s shadow on a wall, a lamp draped in scarlet silk
I bend forward and make careful strokes
The Shangri-Las “Paradise” comes on shuffle
I become conscious of the world’s spin—
The shifting of the people money feelings wind time and endless wastelands, tumble
My head sways, I know the moment
I let a red drop slide down my thigh
I am happy to be held in my body—
Surrounded by the madness of being alive.
Copyright © Emily Hanson | Year Posted 2010
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