pictures of you

this small machine makes it possible to peer
into places long before we should

i found you in a photograph
laughing skyward
so much unbridled joy
flooding your great face

if you look you might find me
wearing a gown of torn gold lace
running through my garden
eyelids painted like blue dusk
holding hands with a boy i seem to love

as i curl into his arms gaze up at him you would never know
my eye would tear in half, he'd be
on the floor with arms around his knees
rocking forth and back speaking to himself in person third
you'd never know the love, the fear
unless we'd been close for months and months
and you allowed to peek into my books

but i've pictured, written it
for every stranger's passing eye

i would like to be that girl
who made you smile that way
engulfed in brightness of some late night world
the whole sky aglow above us, no distance in between


  • Anonymous Tuesday, 18 January 2011

    Torn gold lace, the neurons face the steaming ghos...

    Torn gold lace, the neurons facethe steaming ghosts of furrows, wherethe gusts of thought are clothedwhile they do race.And do I trace reflected faceof newer one who awes your heartwith flutters' Spring from winter'scold embrace?Then I do taste a sweeter graceon hearing heart's enthrall of thine,and what you love, my friendshipdoes embrace.Let eyelids, more like violet set afire,be seen before enchanted well, with wings :I know these eyes, and give them chantbeyond the mirrors' haze to seewhat soulless city's soul may be assayedwith one whose spirit sorrowed sees beyondfacade, with huldra fingers holding seedsher breath enbeautied finds what beauty hideswithin, and woos it forth, with words.And wide the words are worshipped -- now will shethe egregores of glory-choir love collect, and seeherself in love's great mirror, not the glassthat simply covers darkness, but deceives?what upon a hallowed eve's might beenchantment that the wings of time let slipdo fall and rest their feathers on the softeternal grounds ; so we our awe may splitthe wonder from the terror, and selectwhat memories we shall raise a chalice highto sip in toast to holy spirits' praise.In owl's eye I saw abovethat elfin child rocking ;heard his triggered pleas and prayersto hold his ground in love.I know his truest heart.What fated was may fated be,the owl doth say, but wisdom makesthe wise of fools of loveto friendship seek.

  • Anonymous Saturday, 15 January 2011

    so beautiful. i know that feeling well! thank you ...

    so beautiful. i know that feeling well! thank you again and again for those beautiful poems you are sharing with uslucy

  • Ette Friday, 14 January 2011

    Oh Francesca. You always make me feel happy and sa...

    Oh Francesca.You always make me feel happy and sad at the same time.Your work is simply beautiful.Love, EtteWWW.THRIFTEDKARMA.COM

  • E.C. Friday, 14 January 2011

    So beautiful. I have definitely been there. It'...

    So beautiful. I have definitely been there. It's amazing how much--and how little--of the story a photo can tell.

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