Laura Wiley's Writings
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Poem
Oct.23.2008
she slowly disappearsinto her own wistful vapors
gravity flickers and fadesshe fluttersher vision swaysshe s t r a y squietlytoward the crescent moon
in the distance a siren swoons
she is silver lightaloofplumed
she is a loose weave unravelinga gold threadtatteringhighinto the night sigh
she is the shadow of a whipsera hint fading into quiet flight
wandering...
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Poem
Jul.31.2008
listless...
lazy eyelids
a few numbers rattle around in my head
admiring a blue ribbon of smoke unfurling and curling in the afternoon breeze
twirling into thoughts of youme
she
he
yesterday's we
a curious clank from next door's shorea ghosty list of deeds undone...
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Poem
Jul.31.2008
She is wildly vital
She plummets and giggles into her lifeMelodiously flinging her fancies this way and that
Wishing and whistling and swishing her skirts about her slender steady feet that gracefully tap out an eloquent beat…
Ascending her own inner passes toward home
She shines as generously as the sunShe glistens as playfully as the starsShe bravely smiles...
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Poem
Jul.31.2008
I travel at night searching for new suns
traversing steaming currents of wild fancies
speeding through a thousand sundowns i sense strange presences silently rising and brushing by my imagination
I throw glancesthrough patches of paling stars of the morningas I breeze through vast seas of omnific silence
I fly free and easy rescuing childrens' lost first star...
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Poem
Jul.31.2008
rent asunderby a wave of this one woman whirlwindthis sprightly breeze this gallant rover of the Deep...teaming with reflections of eternityfingering her tendrils of serenity...rendered me feverly under her gladdening influenceher kind witchery
deep called unto deep in the damp of the nighti leaned forward into her gigantic beautyand breathed blessings of grace...
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Poem
Jul.30.2008
Ah Miss Americathe wonders of her splendid pageantryher radiant pranceher sculpted lofty golden coiffe
Ah, these 51 well trained steedsarrayed in their vast glitter and glory
Here ye blossoming nubile missHere ye spritely slender young wisps:Divert your gaze from these frosted parched sparkley spectersCast it instead into the breeze, down the streetamidst a less...
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Poem
Jul.30.2008
Tonight is a warm whisper.My body sighsI peel away the self doubtI bare my soul to myself and see that it is good.It is still good.As good as it was when I ran and laughed until it hurt late into the dark.Me and my sisterssticky with the scent of grass and dirtgiggles on our breatha shared wallow in the bathclean sheetsmy mother's kissGoodnight. I love you --...
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Poem
Jul.30.2008
Let's go into a slow unwindloosen our breath untie our mindsLet's tinker with time and see how deep this Now can go
Move in swiftly Catch the draft of this whispered kissFollow me into the easy breezeOf my lyrical trapezeOo let's fly let's fly
Laugh into the pendulum with meLaugh into the groundlessness of this big spinning jokeLet's hold handsJust because we...
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Poem
Jul.29.2008
We galloped through the night on frank laughs and whiskey flaskslost in fits of wild whimsybeckoned by the milky madness of the waxing moon
we hurled jigs down empty streets and painted them red with our revery
i kissed youyou kissed mespirits flowing eyes rollingrent asunder by waves of wonder and warm whiskey whispers
your feral fancies unbuttoning me under the...
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About Laura
I'm simply a lover of words and literature. A newborn poet. A curious consumer and creator of creative ruminations. Here to share and sniff around...
...irreverently flinging incomplete sentences on a literary website. yikes.
Causes Laura Wiley Supports
creativity and liberation of spirit
Laura’s Favorite Books
The Captain's Verses, Lolita, The Catcher in the Rye, The Hummingbird's Daughter, Tipping the Velvet, Yellow Raft in Blue Water, White Oleander
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