<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493</id><updated>2011-12-21T10:06:52.316-08:00</updated><category term='Sonnet 4'/><category term='Sonnet 7'/><category term='Sonnet 11'/><category term='Sonnet 6'/><category term='Sonnet 5'/><category term='Love Poem'/><category term='Ironic love poem'/><category term='Sonnet 10'/><category term='Naropa stuff'/><category term='Sonnet 3'/><category term='sonnet 12'/><category term='Sonnet 8'/><category term='Poem from the Blue Plane'/><category term='Heartbreak Poem'/><category term='Sonnet 1'/><category term='Sonnet 2'/><category term='Sonnet 9'/><title type='text'>Poems from the Blue Plane</title><subtitle type='html'>One blog is not enough to contain the poetry in my heart.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-6213820502667314223</id><published>2011-07-14T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T10:31:59.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naropa stuff'/><title type='text'>Some stuff for Naropa Summer Writing Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Assignment # 2- Meditate on a piece of trash and then describe it and make it beautiful or alive for the reader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vision of an Ashtray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray, white, and black dusting of ash lines the base of the aluminum basin.&lt;br /&gt;Watermarks stain the metal in shades of brown, gray, and black.&lt;br /&gt;The pallet dulled with age.&lt;br /&gt;The interior of the can is also stained.&lt;br /&gt;Black smudges spot the walls like constellations.&lt;br /&gt;These are contrasted by a galaxy of white dots, gray debris and sticky, old gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasional smoke wafts from ill-stubbed cigarette butts.&lt;br /&gt;The smell is at once pleasant, and acrid.&lt;br /&gt;It evokes memories of years as a smoker.&lt;br /&gt;The taste of the inhale, sweet and harsh.&lt;br /&gt;The aftermath, where my mouth felt coated,&lt;br /&gt;As though I had licked the interior of an entire ash tray&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow--  still attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am  struck by all the colors.  &lt;br /&gt;Whites, beiges, dotted with yellow, &lt;br /&gt;Shockingly green filters &lt;br /&gt;With names like Camel.&lt;br /&gt;Warm brown scattering of ancient tobacco crumbles.&lt;br /&gt;INHALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Assignment # 5:  Think of garbage—contamination or containment.  Imagine an elaborate contamination control. Consider:  What am I contaminated by?  What do I contaminate? What might you do to keep what you wrote from leaking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Containment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hide the HIDEOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They built our new school&lt;br /&gt;on top of an arsenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hide the WASTE&lt;br /&gt;bury it&lt;br /&gt;entomb it in concrete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proclaim it clean&lt;br /&gt;proclaim it safe&lt;br /&gt;make it a wildlife preserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plant native prairie grass&lt;br /&gt;RED, wildflowers grow&lt;br /&gt;bursting from “clean” earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;protect the animals&lt;br /&gt;bring back the buffalo&lt;br /&gt;DARK, silhouettes against pale sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring the children&lt;br /&gt;MULTICOLORED, multi-cultural, multiplying--&lt;br /&gt;free public education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free water for everyone&lt;br /&gt;fresh from under the arsenal&lt;br /&gt;certified SAFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contained by concrete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-6213820502667314223?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6213820502667314223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2011/07/some-stuff-for-naropa-summer-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/6213820502667314223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/6213820502667314223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2011/07/some-stuff-for-naropa-summer-writing.html' title='Some stuff for Naropa Summer Writing Program'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-8254813689705665576</id><published>2011-05-15T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T13:16:30.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonnet 12'/><title type='text'>Sonnet 12</title><content type='html'>If I close my eyes, I can sense you in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;I taste your skin through scent alone&lt;br /&gt;Longing for your gentle caress, a sense of rightness.&lt;br /&gt;Senses ranging out beyond this space, my mind's eye flown.&lt;br /&gt;Out into the cool night rain&lt;br /&gt;I am full of longing, seeking your kiss.&lt;br /&gt;While my body lays here, my main&lt;br /&gt;Vision is of you, don't want to miss--&lt;br /&gt;Even an instant of what could be&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the flood of this torrent&lt;br /&gt;Of sensuality. Emotions fill me&lt;br /&gt;Sweep me deep beneath the current&lt;br /&gt;I don't care of it drowns me&lt;br /&gt;Long as all your love still surround me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-8254813689705665576?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8254813689705665576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2011/05/sonnet-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/8254813689705665576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/8254813689705665576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2011/05/sonnet-12.html' title='Sonnet 12'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-4171459171090926198</id><published>2011-03-26T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:16:30.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet 11'/><title type='text'>Sonnet 11</title><content type='html'>You ask me why I no longer write you love poems&lt;br /&gt;But I do write them, leaving them only in my head.&lt;br /&gt;So now I attempt to spill out the tomes&lt;br /&gt;Carefully treasured, to find where they led.&lt;br /&gt;Each stored line seems to point me back to you&lt;br /&gt;As I navigate through what is me and what is other&lt;br /&gt;I learn there can still be me and you too&lt;br /&gt;My heart tells me I do not seek another.&lt;br /&gt;In each beat, I hear your voice, feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;Little things turn my thoughts constantly your way--&lt;br /&gt;Some might say this is not much&lt;br /&gt;But to me, all the signs seem to say--&lt;br /&gt;This connection is something special, our love too great&lt;br /&gt;To be ignored, I must grab this chance before too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-4171459171090926198?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4171459171090926198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2011/03/sonnet-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/4171459171090926198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/4171459171090926198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2011/03/sonnet-11.html' title='Sonnet 11'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-3629488662174654443</id><published>2010-02-14T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:10:36.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem'/><title type='text'>Another Love Poem...</title><content type='html'>The caress of your hand along the hollow of my back,&lt;br /&gt;Your careful fingertips tracing my jawline,&lt;br /&gt;The way you tilt my head to kiss me,&lt;br /&gt;I treasure this in every moment--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call me beautiful and I believe you--&lt;br /&gt;There's something in your voice,&lt;br /&gt;I remember in my most doubtful moments,&lt;br /&gt;I whisper to myself your sweetest endearments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within your arms,&lt;br /&gt;I feel accepted,&lt;br /&gt;Just as I am.&lt;br /&gt;And I watch myself accepting you as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;Have I known such surety,&lt;br /&gt;That I am loved,&lt;br /&gt;Purely as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might seem like a small thing,&lt;br /&gt;But in truth,&lt;br /&gt;This is everything&lt;br /&gt;I could ever dream of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what naked really is&lt;br /&gt;And I have no desire left&lt;br /&gt;To cover myself up,&lt;br /&gt;Or to be other than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night,&lt;br /&gt;As I drift into dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I am always &lt;br /&gt;Right beside you, in heart and in mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-3629488662174654443?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3629488662174654443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-love-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/3629488662174654443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/3629488662174654443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-love-poem.html' title='Another Love Poem...'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-8425183990471830493</id><published>2010-02-14T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:32:49.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet 10'/><title type='text'>A Sonnet for my Valentine</title><content type='html'>I have been meditating on your secret picture message for days,&lt;br /&gt;My heart and soul drenched by desire to be beside you&lt;br /&gt;Even across time, across distance, you are near me in so many ways,&lt;br /&gt;When I want nothing more than to lie in bed, thoughts of you prompt me to--&lt;br /&gt;Arise again and meet the day with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you, reminds me of the little joys in this life.&lt;br /&gt;Our love is never stifled by the space of miles,&lt;br /&gt;Not every obstacle before me causes strife.&lt;br /&gt;My mind strays from what is before me, my thoughts drift,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I am right beside you, smelling you in my room,&lt;br /&gt;Timeless in your touch, geography is no rift.&lt;br /&gt;Even my body has joined you beneath the moon.&lt;br /&gt;You are my dream both day and night,&lt;br /&gt;Visions of holding you close, fill me with light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-8425183990471830493?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8425183990471830493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2010/02/sonnet-for-my-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/8425183990471830493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/8425183990471830493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2010/02/sonnet-for-my-valentine.html' title='A Sonnet for my Valentine'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-4755888948039139625</id><published>2010-02-02T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:53:18.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem'/><title type='text'>I had to write...</title><content type='html'>You are truly the sweetest part of my day,&lt;br /&gt;The reason for my smile,&lt;br /&gt;Even in my darkest times,&lt;br /&gt;I listen, and long for your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice brings me joy when I am joyless.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine you in my arms--&lt;br /&gt;When I go to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I dream that I lay within the curve of your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a simple missive,&lt;br /&gt;No frills in this poem,&lt;br /&gt;Just my heart on a platter,&lt;br /&gt;My words completely honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no sonnet for the ages,&lt;br /&gt;No great work that will outlast us--&lt;br /&gt;But what is immortality,&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the treasure that is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would trade a million chances at poetic fame,&lt;br /&gt;Just for the chance to pass time with you.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot know what the future will hold.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot know what track this life will take--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that we can truly know, is what we have in this moment.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot even know reality,&lt;br /&gt;But this,&lt;br /&gt;This feels real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I grow, the less I am certain of,&lt;br /&gt;Yet when it comes to you,&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;Us?  I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-4755888948039139625?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4755888948039139625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-had-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/4755888948039139625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/4755888948039139625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-had-to-write.html' title='I had to write...'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-8005285647178644872</id><published>2009-12-20T08:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T08:10:39.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydream</title><content type='html'>Daydreams are perhaps sweetest dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Between words,&lt;br /&gt;Reality,&lt;br /&gt;And actuality,&lt;br /&gt;Lies a plane,&lt;br /&gt;Outside sane,&lt;br /&gt;Where fantasy rules,&lt;br /&gt;And all are fools,&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the murky haze,&lt;br /&gt;Of imagination craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave my vessel,&lt;br /&gt;Go to nestle,&lt;br /&gt;Inhibitions, laid aside, &lt;br /&gt;I cannot hide,&lt;br /&gt;From the language of this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems,&lt;br /&gt;I am stripped naked,&lt;br /&gt;And you are there,&lt;br /&gt;I bare,&lt;br /&gt;Myself before you,&lt;br /&gt;To the waist,&lt;br /&gt;Let you taste,&lt;br /&gt;All the fruit I have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed on my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I will not hold,&lt;br /&gt;Back from your touch,&lt;br /&gt;Nor arms length from your gaze,&lt;br /&gt;I would raise,&lt;br /&gt;Us both to any height,&lt;br /&gt;For just one night&lt;br /&gt;Of the sight,&lt;br /&gt;Of you laying softly,&lt;br /&gt;Never lofty,&lt;br /&gt;Beside me,&lt;br /&gt;In my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night unrestrained,&lt;br /&gt;All desire untamed,&lt;br /&gt;Where I would take you,&lt;br /&gt;Make you,&lt;br /&gt;Mine—&lt;br /&gt;In an embrace,&lt;br /&gt;Outside time,&lt;br /&gt;Outside place,&lt;br /&gt;You need not hesitate,&lt;br /&gt;I will not harm you,&lt;br /&gt;Or alarm you,&lt;br /&gt;Merely leave you shaking,&lt;br /&gt;No need for faking,&lt;br /&gt;In the moment that we spend,&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped within the paper,&lt;br /&gt;Pressed within the pages of my daydream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-8005285647178644872?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8005285647178644872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/12/daydream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/8005285647178644872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/8005285647178644872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/12/daydream.html' title='Daydream'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-1642960967314739596</id><published>2009-12-03T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:26:37.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cannot go there--&lt;br /&gt;I cannot eddy in that whirling, conflicted pool&lt;br /&gt;I feel the undertow&lt;br /&gt;Trying to suck me under--&lt;br /&gt;The madness, the negativity makes me ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in my limbs.&lt;br /&gt;My sunshine seems to disappear--&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in shadow&lt;br /&gt;My lower arms tingle with numbness,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't feel my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head aches,&lt;br /&gt;It seems a spear is being driven,&lt;br /&gt;Driven into the side of my head&lt;br /&gt;But I will not submit,&lt;br /&gt;I will not surrender in the face of the blinding pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to let this destroy me.&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to become something ugly and hateful&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to succumb to disease&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to be inconsequential&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the face of adversity&lt;br /&gt;I grow greater,&lt;br /&gt;Stronger&lt;br /&gt;For whatever fight&lt;br /&gt;Should lie ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-1642960967314739596?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1642960967314739596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cannot-go-there-i-cannot-eddy-in-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/1642960967314739596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/1642960967314739596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cannot-go-there-i-cannot-eddy-in-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-9104664622871828614</id><published>2009-12-01T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:26:30.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet 9'/><title type='text'>Sonnet 9</title><content type='html'>You say, "I can't believe the way we fit."&lt;br /&gt;It is inexplicable, the way the curves of our flesh seem to meld as one--&lt;br /&gt;That we belong this way--is clearly it.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I lay my head we seem to melt into some--&lt;br /&gt;Shape, I cannot explain but--"It just feels right."&lt;br /&gt;I nestle my head against your chest, into the shadow of your collar bone&lt;br /&gt;Merging, one warm body in the early night.&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in this embrace, I am never alone.&lt;br /&gt;Submerged, a tangle of intertwined limbs and body&lt;br /&gt;Hips that ache and yearn, a contrast in the fading light&lt;br /&gt;Lost in ecstasy, slightly naughty--&lt;br /&gt;Cannot help but to want you, bathed in twlight&lt;br /&gt;I count the days, track the minutes&lt;br /&gt;Until I join you again, deep within it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-9104664622871828614?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/9104664622871828614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/12/sonnet-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/9104664622871828614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/9104664622871828614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/12/sonnet-9.html' title='Sonnet 9'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-7798536479955974125</id><published>2009-11-24T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:02:30.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet 8'/><title type='text'>Sonnet 8</title><content type='html'>Lately, my nights have been dark, sometimes almost too dark to see beyond this one--&lt;br /&gt;In those moments--it is your voice that is my beacon in that seeming endlessness--&lt;br /&gt;I long for you, turning like a flower towards the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fancy myself completely alone, trapped in friendlessness.&lt;br /&gt;You remind me, remind me, there are cares beyond mine&lt;br /&gt;Echoes, tears and aches in the universe I cannot fathom&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this does not pain me but reminds me, that I am fine&lt;br /&gt;My own terror, nameless fears are not a yawning chasm.&lt;br /&gt;You are a mirror of that which frightens me, yet you do not succumb to fear&lt;br /&gt;I find you uncompromising and realize I admire you, wish to be worthy of your attention&lt;br /&gt;My flesh trembles inside the silken shadows, desire you here&lt;br /&gt;That I dream of you, even awake, I scarcely mention.&lt;br /&gt;Every time we speak, every second you are in my life&lt;br /&gt;Those are the times, the moments free of strife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-7798536479955974125?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7798536479955974125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonnet-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/7798536479955974125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/7798536479955974125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonnet-8.html' title='Sonnet 8'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-2899813520627557884</id><published>2009-11-21T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:21:48.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet 7'/><title type='text'>Sonnet 7</title><content type='html'>I long to be your shelter from the storm&lt;br /&gt;Although this world is cold,&lt;br /&gt;My love will serve to keep you warm.&lt;br /&gt;If you are young, then I am old&lt;br /&gt;But every poet needs a muse&lt;br /&gt;I am still the maiden to your hunter&lt;br /&gt;Your loving heart, I won’t abuse&lt;br /&gt;I the Goddess to your sun, your punter&lt;br /&gt;When the heat of living is too much&lt;br /&gt;I am the vengeful crone&lt;br /&gt;I will smite any who say such--&lt;br /&gt;As to make you sad, you’re not alone.&lt;br /&gt;My words feel inspired,&lt;br /&gt;In writer’s block I’m no longer mired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-2899813520627557884?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2899813520627557884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonnet-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/2899813520627557884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/2899813520627557884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonnet-7.html' title='Sonnet 7'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-6636275575236747466</id><published>2009-11-19T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:57:50.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet 6'/><title type='text'>Sonnet 6</title><content type='html'>I long for you&lt;br /&gt;An almost tangible ache&lt;br /&gt;Do you dream of me too?&lt;br /&gt;Love like this is no mistake.&lt;br /&gt;My body, my heart yearns&lt;br /&gt;I am counting the seconds 'til I can lay in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, slowly the time turns&lt;br /&gt;This seduction continues, I yield to your charms&lt;br /&gt;Desire so potent it burns.&lt;br /&gt;Visions of nights writhing with passion&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts indecent when I feign purity&lt;br /&gt;To cure this itch I'll need compassion&lt;br /&gt;Just so that you can guarantee--&lt;br /&gt;A place in time&lt;br /&gt;Where bodies align.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no longer a sonnet,&lt;br /&gt;Do not vomit&lt;br /&gt;But this poem is lame (LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-6636275575236747466?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6636275575236747466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonnet-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/6636275575236747466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/6636275575236747466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonnet-6.html' title='Sonnet 6'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-845964757538555643</id><published>2009-11-14T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:54:36.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet 5'/><title type='text'>Sonnet 5</title><content type='html'>Trapped by my own shadow in twilight&lt;br /&gt;My heart is a maze of confusions&lt;br /&gt;Your voice, your words, lead me back to light&lt;br /&gt;Surrender the burdens of these contusions.&lt;br /&gt;This shade hangs on me, cruel spectre&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by a past I would relinquish,&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted life to take this vector&lt;br /&gt;Only your presence helps me vanquish&lt;br /&gt;All that haunts me in my soul--&lt;br /&gt;I long for the freedom brought by your fingers,&lt;br /&gt;Value each of these seconds that we stole.&lt;br /&gt;Once the sheets cool, your presence lingers.&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in my own chains,&lt;br /&gt;The “We” is all that remains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-845964757538555643?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/845964757538555643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonnet-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/845964757538555643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/845964757538555643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonnet-5.html' title='Sonnet 5'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-409182206413089088</id><published>2009-11-13T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T12:01:12.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartbreak Poem'/><title type='text'>Heartbreak, Heartmend</title><content type='html'>Pondering past problems&lt;br /&gt;In pursuit of new solutions.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I had gone and buried them&lt;br /&gt;Deep in a safe place&lt;br /&gt;But they were hiding in my very cells&lt;br /&gt;Making me sore and ill&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even know&lt;br /&gt;Except in nightmares&lt;br /&gt;That left me shaking&lt;br /&gt;Wracked by blinding migraine pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spine ached&lt;br /&gt;Pain travelling from the base &lt;br /&gt;To the crown&lt;br /&gt;I stretched and contorted&lt;br /&gt;I saw doctors to no avail&lt;br /&gt;But they found nothing&lt;br /&gt;And I could not shake the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Only yesterday--&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the hands of a masseuse,&lt;br /&gt;Did things suddenly become clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay on my side&lt;br /&gt;His hands explored along my spine&lt;br /&gt;When his fingertips found the area behind my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Something released.&lt;br /&gt;I pressed my eyes shut tightly&lt;br /&gt;To keep the tears from squeezing out the corners.&lt;br /&gt;In that moment, I knew&lt;br /&gt;My heart was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This revelation was a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I knew why I hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;Strangely,&lt;br /&gt;It was a great relief.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly muscles throughout my body relaxed&lt;br /&gt;The congestion in my lungs broke up.&lt;br /&gt;I could breath again&lt;br /&gt;Deep, free breaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried more on the way home&lt;br /&gt;The deluge of sadness&lt;br /&gt;A profound respite&lt;br /&gt;From the pain I could not define.&lt;br /&gt;The realization of my heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Was a liberation&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;To gradual mend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-409182206413089088?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/409182206413089088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/heartbreak-heartmend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/409182206413089088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/409182206413089088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/heartbreak-heartmend.html' title='Heartbreak, Heartmend'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-1348252537988708492</id><published>2009-11-10T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:17:53.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ironic love poem'/><title type='text'>"Love" in a Vaccum</title><content type='html'>I feel a rant coming on--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me &lt;br /&gt;So when I got "sick"&lt;br /&gt;You showed me you "cared" by vaccuming.&lt;br /&gt;You were a damn good vaccumer&lt;br /&gt;Very thorough--&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty because I was too ill to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew stronger as time passed.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to return your love so I vaccumed.&lt;br /&gt;I was tired the next day.&lt;br /&gt;You were angry--&lt;br /&gt;It was my fault I was sick,&lt;br /&gt;I dared to vaccum and I brought this on myself.&lt;br /&gt;You forbade me to vaccum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More time passed--&lt;br /&gt;I vaccumed again.&lt;br /&gt;I emptied the vaccum&lt;br /&gt;But I "Did it wrong"&lt;br /&gt;And left you a mess.&lt;br /&gt;Out of "love"&lt;br /&gt;You cleaned it up.&lt;br /&gt;Again, you forbade me to vaccum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vaccumed again.&lt;br /&gt;I was sick the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Later, I wanted to vaccum again but the vaccum was full--&lt;br /&gt;I asked how to empty it and you told me,&lt;br /&gt;"You are not allowed to vaccum.&lt;br /&gt;I will not teach you to empty the vaccum,&lt;br /&gt;Then you won't be able to.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it for you, don't worry baby.&lt;br /&gt;Save your energy to do nice things for yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved energy by not vaccuming.&lt;br /&gt;I went to yoga.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote part of a book.&lt;br /&gt;I painted a picture.&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated me just like you told me to.&lt;br /&gt;I felt good about me.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got angry.&lt;br /&gt;"If you have so much energy,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could help out more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, how do I empty the vaccum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's not the vaccuming--&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take it over so you could go to yoga.&lt;br /&gt;I clean so you will have more energy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great, then you don't mind if I go to yoga?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's ok if you plan one or two of your own activities but only if you save some energy to do things with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, so you resent my free time?"&lt;br /&gt;I can do more around here.  &lt;br /&gt;You should have fun too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I don't mind doing this.&lt;br /&gt;I want to help you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you that I care.&lt;br /&gt;Let me help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, are you sure you don't need my help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want to do today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I kinda planned my own day while you were sleeping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You did?  I thought you wanted to hang out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You slept too long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you wanted me to take care of myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do but you slept until 10:00."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry.  I'm ready to hang out now.  Just tell me when you are ready.  I'll just hang around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you should just go to yoga or take a walk with your sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but I want to hang out with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'll just do my own thing--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still sense the depth of your love.  It is like an ocean that I almost drowned in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-1348252537988708492?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1348252537988708492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-in-vaccum.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/1348252537988708492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/1348252537988708492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-in-vaccum.html' title='&quot;Love&quot; in a Vaccum'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-4758450348587251424</id><published>2009-10-28T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:16:52.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet 4'/><title type='text'>Sonnet 4</title><content type='html'>I long for the brush of your soft lips&lt;br /&gt;Crave your sweet caresses on my body&lt;br /&gt;Love the feel of your hips&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness pressed to mine, naughty.&lt;br /&gt;In your embrace I am mindless&lt;br /&gt;I can scarcely breath&lt;br /&gt;The extent of my passion boundless&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes I perceive&lt;br /&gt;A mirror of my own recklessness.&lt;br /&gt;The recklessness of love unrestrained&lt;br /&gt;Caution thrown to the wind&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I would change&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to rescind&lt;br /&gt;I count the minutes ‘til we meet again&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest of lovers, dearest friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-4758450348587251424?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4758450348587251424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/sonnet-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/4758450348587251424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/4758450348587251424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/sonnet-4.html' title='Sonnet 4'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-6733230175830323668</id><published>2009-10-27T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:18:47.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet 3'/><title type='text'>Sonnet 3</title><content type='html'>You are a cool drink in the hot desert of my existence&lt;br /&gt;An oasis on this barren plane&lt;br /&gt;Pray you are not a mirage to this insistence&lt;br /&gt;You are an anchor that keeps me sane.&lt;br /&gt;I am a poor listener but I hear you when I hear nothing outside&lt;br /&gt;Something in your voice assures me that you speak a truth I need to recognize&lt;br /&gt;Your gentle advice assures me and warms me inside&lt;br /&gt;Somehow what you tell me daily helps me realize--&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to change, I just needed reminding&lt;br /&gt;Now I step back and see me for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I need to recall that they'll be no rewinding&lt;br /&gt;This personal metamorphosis is sublime.&lt;br /&gt;You are a cool drink in the desert of my existence&lt;br /&gt;Now I surrender to your kisses insistence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-6733230175830323668?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-8689140681173212704</id><published>2009-10-15T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:15:00.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet 2'/><title type='text'>Sweetness Sonnet</title><content type='html'>You fill me with warmth and sweetness&lt;br /&gt;The soft caress of your words a palpable stimuli&lt;br /&gt;I am soothed by your openness&lt;br /&gt;My heart soars, I will not lie.&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss a gentle, insistent need&lt;br /&gt;My heart races and my body responds&lt;br /&gt;To ask too much would be unreasonable greed&lt;br /&gt;I let my mind go, dreaming on&lt;br /&gt;You are my light in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;My summer afternoon on a cold windy day&lt;br /&gt;I surrender at the insistence&lt;br /&gt;Of your aching touch, words cannot say&lt;br /&gt;This emotion too strong&lt;br /&gt;Consumes my soul with gentle song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-8689140681173212704?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8689140681173212704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweetness-sonnet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/8689140681173212704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/8689140681173212704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweetness-sonnet.html' title='Sweetness Sonnet'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-5329585669767903701</id><published>2009-10-13T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:53:10.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet 1'/><title type='text'>Sonnet in the Dark</title><content type='html'>Your breath, a ragged contrast to the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Aching limbs, longing cries escape my lips&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies locked in acts of tenderness&lt;br /&gt;Your movements careful against my eager hips&lt;br /&gt;An understanding beyond body and mind&lt;br /&gt;I allow you to possess&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in your arms I find--&lt;br /&gt;Almost mindless in sweet caress&lt;br /&gt;I want this second to extend&lt;br /&gt;Long for timelessness&lt;br /&gt;Before your naked eyes, I can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;These feelings boundless&lt;br /&gt;I nearly drown in the pool of your love&lt;br /&gt;Were you the one I was dreaming of?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-5329585669767903701?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5329585669767903701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/sonnet-in-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/5329585669767903701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/5329585669767903701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/sonnet-in-dark.html' title='Sonnet in the Dark'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-7523725297815776752</id><published>2009-10-02T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:42:04.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Martyr</title><content type='html'>I never wanted Martyrdom—&lt;br /&gt;Yet in my mind's eye I catch flashes of myself&lt;br /&gt;Stretched out taut,&lt;br /&gt;Spread-Eagle,&lt;br /&gt;Broken and Bloody&lt;br /&gt;My palms lacerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spine is arched at an odd angle&lt;br /&gt;As crooked as I feel—&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems quite right&lt;br /&gt;I long to heal this&lt;br /&gt;This thing that makes me ugly and hateful&lt;br /&gt;This raging demon that seems beyond my control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that control is the illusion&lt;br /&gt;But I still grasp at threads.&lt;br /&gt;Seared with a piercing longing&lt;br /&gt;A longing that somehow this will pass&lt;br /&gt;That if I can just endure some more&lt;br /&gt;I will be whole and peaceful at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are not sufficient&lt;br /&gt;To describe this thing&lt;br /&gt;This complete suffocation&lt;br /&gt;Of my every attempt to breathe a clear breath&lt;br /&gt;The agony is like the contractions of Blake’s “Job”&lt;br /&gt;Or Graham’s helpless contortions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expansion is the tension&lt;br /&gt;Joy bubbling below the surface&lt;br /&gt;But stifled by adversity&lt;br /&gt;The contractions are reactions to external blows&lt;br /&gt;How much can one human being endure?&lt;br /&gt;I am at the end of my tether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be strong?&lt;br /&gt;Must I always fight not just the battles--&lt;br /&gt;But the very war alone?&lt;br /&gt;I pray on shaking knees&lt;br /&gt;But there is nothing&lt;br /&gt;No one to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I howl in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;But there is none to answer my piercing cry&lt;br /&gt;I am akin &lt;br /&gt;To the cat who walks alone&lt;br /&gt;My hunting ground silent&lt;br /&gt;Except for the pad of my stealthy paws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My claws react&lt;br /&gt;My ears perk to every sound &lt;br /&gt;In the silence and darkness&lt;br /&gt;Where I dwell&lt;br /&gt;I hunt alone&lt;br /&gt;But the prey is ever-elusive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-7523725297815776752?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7523725297815776752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-martyr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/7523725297815776752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/7523725297815776752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-martyr.html' title='Not a Martyr'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-1147151680523097994</id><published>2009-09-29T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:19:56.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem from the Blue Plane'/><title type='text'>Synergy</title><content type='html'>You said to me, &lt;br /&gt;"If you could only see yourself through my eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is--&lt;br /&gt;I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believed it&lt;br /&gt;But one person can change your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment of complete understanding&lt;br /&gt;Can change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You helped me see &lt;br /&gt;What I really I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I began to believe&lt;br /&gt;I was not something hideous and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My self-hatred melted.&lt;br /&gt;My sun began to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped seeing myself&lt;br /&gt;Deformed and worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not a drain&lt;br /&gt;I had something to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You changed how I looked at myself&lt;br /&gt;And that changed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synergy--&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wings have sprouted.&lt;br /&gt;I leave the nest far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave my pain, heartache and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;To become what I was born to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fear too has melted&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels effortless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why could I never see myself before?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I waste so much time in fear and self-loathing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember this feeling for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;I always want to remember who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synergy&lt;br /&gt;I have become--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-1147151680523097994?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1147151680523097994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/09/synergy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/1147151680523097994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325200630428244493/posts/default/1147151680523097994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueplanepoems.blogspot.com/2009/09/synergy.html' title='Synergy'/><author><name>Denver Refashionista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-5630823688640957147</id><published>2009-09-25T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:19:18.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem from the Blue Plane'/><title type='text'>I'm not Promising the Moon</title><content type='html'>The quiet, cool of city streets,&lt;br /&gt;A deep January night.&lt;br /&gt;Pavement crawls away beneath my feet,&lt;br /&gt;As the soles of worn shoes&lt;br /&gt;Tap out the beat,&lt;br /&gt;Of the music playing softly in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the movement of gently rushing air,&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up on pointed toes as though to fly--&lt;br /&gt;And I sigh,&lt;br /&gt;As my body sways to the sound,&lt;br /&gt;Of the growing crescendo&lt;br /&gt;Rising off the silent ground.&lt;br /&gt;Pale and lovely,&lt;br /&gt;the full moon, cracks her smile,&lt;br /&gt;Before I have trudged another mile--&lt;br /&gt;I feel her sweet breath on my neck,&lt;br /&gt;And the way she calls my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me start--&lt;br /&gt;To let the tiny jewels of tears,&lt;br /&gt;Condensed behind my eyes release,&lt;br /&gt;A storm of blue that unfolds--&lt;br /&gt;Unabating 'til the deluge is spent,&lt;br /&gt;And all the tatters of my dreams are rent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325200630428244493-5630823688640957147?l=blueplanepoems.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGOWU4Im8EM/SpocyFNGQBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gqtd83IRFKk/S220/CIMG0731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-8340140129115211911</id><published>2009-09-21T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:28:10.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Blue</title><content type='html'>Edges blurry,&lt;br /&gt;Softly silent,&lt;br /&gt;Like sweet, spring snow.&lt;br /&gt;Yielding,&lt;br /&gt;Opening slowly, petal by petal,&lt;br /&gt;Unfolding willingly and full as a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need for binding,&lt;br /&gt;Safe and guarded in the enfolding arms of nemesis.&lt;br /&gt;The bluish womb of a chameleon,&lt;br /&gt;Who does not judge,&lt;br /&gt;Because we are one.&lt;br /&gt;Intertwined for both warmth and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downy skin where I can nestle—&lt;br /&gt;Deep in peace,&lt;br /&gt;Equality,&lt;br /&gt;Without oppression.&lt;br /&gt;Time shared,&lt;br /&gt;Spanning—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanning an instant,&lt;br /&gt;Spanning an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;The length of the second unimportant—&lt;br /&gt;All that is relevant,&lt;br /&gt;Is being together.&lt;br /&gt;No need for binding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bound only by mutual desire,&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the lovely cloak of blackness and interlocking shadow&lt;br /&gt;That neither sees nor judges,&lt;br /&gt;Only allows us a tighter embrace,&lt;br /&gt;A fiercer ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lose myself to you entirely,&lt;br /&gt;Bury my face in your hair,&lt;br /&gt;Smell its fragrance,&lt;br /&gt;Feel its silkiness on my bare cheek.&lt;br /&gt;The damp moisture of skin on skin,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we nibble at each other,&lt;br /&gt;Sucking up the taste,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little salty, touched with a hint of floral sugariness.&lt;br /&gt;Far outside thought,&lt;br /&gt;Lost in sensual union,&lt;br /&gt;Where future and the world outside you and I fall away&lt;br 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