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ISSN
1942-2067
Copyright © 2009 Pirene's Fountain.
All Rights Reserved.
Last updated:
May 2009 |
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Karen Bowles is the publisher and editor-in-chief of "Luciole Press." She graduated from San Francisco State University with a B.A. in Literature, and loves photography, reading, writing, and painting. She lives with her superior cat named Baby the Greatest, who has an advice column in Luciole Press. Both invite readers to visit www.luciolepress.com and read issues filled with art, prose, poetry, opinions, and more.
Beam | Clouded | Receding
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Beam
I saw you
staring at a sunbeam
on the floor
And my heart
liquefied
It cascaded from my
chest to the ground.
I could see it there
swimming amidst the
ruins of my former life
now transformed
A new puddle gathering
in the reservoir of the sun.
Clouded
You hold your hands
like clouds,
waving them in
front of me…
blocking out
the sun.
But sometimes
I see through
them to the
other side.
You can’t hold
back the light
forever.
Receding
I held you as you turned
to myth
receding from my grasp
no matter the grip
once more
out of supple reach
I held you as my heart
searched
as if your face would appear
behind the foggy glass
of my bejeweled memory box
I held you as my fingers
forgot
their senses
longed to stretch and turn
another caress
could prove we existed
I held you as you faded
and stuttered
no more clear voice
yet your presence
lingered
I held you as I moved on
accepted
a long cord stretched between us
a lifeline or a sinking net
a ladder or a binding
I held you as I looked forward
as if I could still be held
as if it mattered |
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Théodore Chassériau “The Two Sisters”
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