Untitled (by Natalie Webster)
Untitled
Waking
The breath catches
at the bottom
of the throat,
pulling back into the belly.
Laying
beneath the warmth
lost feeling in December:
the intention of being.
Gasping
inhales reclaim
the lost remains unfound
air does not go in
sighs do not come out.
Running.
At a loss
For : Direction….
foot upon pavement: falling.
Going.
pulling away, further
out of reach.
condensation clouds, not yet thought
and half unspoken
In and in and in and nothing.
Pulsing
waves around the throat
remembrance of our breathings.
Living
until we’re woken:
in sweat, entangled in time,
the pulling, inhaling, exhaling,
and twisting towards dying.
"Untitled" ©December 2011 by Natalie Webster, all rights reserved by the poet
Natalie Webster’s poetry has been published in Take It to the Street Poetry’s Force Fed as well as on the on-line blog Infloressence. She received her B.A. in Language Studies from the University of California at Santa Cruz and is currently pursuing a Master’s in Counseling Psychology from John F. Kennedy University. Her spare time is spent working creatively with children’s art classes on painting, creating and writing who, for better or for worse, are her muses. Natalie keeps a web scrapbook of inspirations and writing sketches at Ice and Coffee.
Poisonous Apples
I know nothing.
A dull gnawing
and throbbing ambivalence
of dreams:
You take my hands
and feed me poisonous apples.
I lie limp and languid
in your charms.
Train song echoing, two A.M.
A peahen’s cry: the coyote tears her
From her young:
Sounds of night, far below
a country’s harvest moon.
Wind’s blow turns to rain.
A sun’s shadows dissipated:
gray shortened days.
I know nothing except
the absence of a path
leading home.
Natalie Webster’s poetry has been published in Take It to the Street Poetry’s Force Fed as well as on the on-line blog Infloressence. She received her B.A. in Language Studies from the University of California at Santa Cruz and is currently pursuing a Master’s in Counseling Psychology from John F. Kennedy University. Her spare time is spent working creatively with children’s art classes on painting, creating and writing who, for better or for worse, are her muses. Natalie keeps a web scrapbook of inspirations and writing sketches at Ice and Coffee.
Poisonous Apples (by Natalie Webster)
Poisonous Apples
I know nothing.
A dull gnawing
and throbbing ambivalence
of dreams:
You take my hands
and feed me poisonous apples.
I lie limp and languid
in your charms.
Train song echoing, two A.M.
A peahen’s cry: the coyote tears her
From her young:
Sounds of night, far below
a country’s harvest moon.
Wind’s blow turns to rain.
A sun’s shadows dissipated:
gray shortened days.
I know nothing except
the absence of a path
leading home.
"Poisonous Apples" ©October 2011 by Natalie Webster, all rights reserved by the poet
Natalie Webster’s poetry has been published in Take It to the Street Poetry’s Force Fed as well as on the on-line blog Infloressence. She received her B.A. in Language Studies from the University of California at Santa Cruz and is currently pursuing a Master’s in Counseling Psychology from John F. Kennedy University. Her spare time is spent working creatively with children’s art classes on painting, creating and writing who, for better or for worse, are her muses. Natalie keeps a web scrapbook of inspirations and writing sketches at Ice and Coffee.
http://library.crisischronicles.com/
Natalie Webster’s poetry has been published in Take It to the Street Poetry’s Force Fed as well as on the on-line blog Infloressence. She received her B.A. in Language Studies from the University of California at Santa Cruz and is currently pursuing a Master’s in Counseling Psychology from John F. Kennedy University. Her spare time is spent working creatively with children’s art classes on painting, creating and writing who, for better or for worse, are her muses. Natalie keeps a web scrapbook of inspirations and writing sketches at Ice and Coffee.
http://library.crisischronicles.com/
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