On the Floor of Your Apartment
You tell me love
is the difference between
the green apple & the red,
but hunger makes me ignore
colors so I don’t see a difference
until you take a nibble from one
Those perfect pearls imprint
an enlightened message
on my fruit-thin flesh
When we go for walks,
we’re dreaming
We shiver home to kick out
nostalgic jams on vinyl,
& psychoanalyze
bleeding lyrics
The world is our backyard
& through the dying
& screaming
we giggle
because we like to believe
we’re stuck
in some semblance
of the good ole’ days
The times of Catholic veils
& kickball games,
of bruised knees
& muddy playgrounds
We ignore
current states
of animosity
& humanistic games,
bruised & battered hearts,
& filth floating
ghostlike on every
memorable street corner,
for this one perfect moment
when all that’s real
doesn’t mean anything anymore
The rain falls through
the open sky light
cleansing our naked souls
in the purity of innocence
Diamond droplets
dance on your eyelashes,
your tongue traces chapped lips,
& we keep our eyes open
when we kiss
to mirror images of each other,
as we conjure a different abyss
(2004)
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this is great 😍
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❤️🔥 Glorious. You know what hit me hardest was “when all that’s real
doesn’t mean anything anymore”. Here in 2022 this resonates at a frequency that didn’t even exist when this was written. Shows you how slippery interpretation is, but also how timeless when you read it again through a different lens. A great poem at any time.
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Thank you, Sun. Sometimes I look through old work & think, “Well, snap.” ❤️
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Love this one!
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Thank you, Ruth ❤️
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This really struck a chord, Jennifer! Rings true even after so many years. Hallmark of a great piece.❤️
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Thanks!
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You are welcome.
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Fantastic!
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Thank you very much 🙂
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Wow!! Just found your blog and thought this was fabulous 🤩
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Thanks a lot. Hope you stick around for the rest of the show. 🙂
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Pass the popcorn 🍿 😀
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Absolutely love the way you paint the world with words. Evokes feels that infuse life into parts of memories long forgotten. Some are sweet, other bitter. This poem in particular also males me want to dig out some of the old vinyls that I used to listen to daily when I was a teen… 😉
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That’s awesome. 🙂 Thanks for reading!
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What original thoughts! What wonderful lines! So deep and sublime! You are one helluva poet Jennifer! And your writing is simply out of this world!
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Haha Thanks, Dominic 😊
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You’re most welcome Jennifer!
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I don’t know how I found this blog, but I’m glad I did. This poem is a treat!
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Thanks so much. I’m glad you like it.
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Amazing write, Jennifer.
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Thank you, Annie 💜
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Wonderful post! Well shared thanks ☺👌😀💕
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Lovely poem.
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This was such a beautiful piece, Jennifer! 🙂 You’ve sprinkled such memorable imagery throughout that really leaps off the page ❤
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Thank you
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❤
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