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Chris Porter
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Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone grey
and the browns gone grey
and yellow
a terrible amber.
In the cold streets
your warm body.
In whatever room
your warm body.
Among all these people
your absence.
The people who are always
not you.
I have been easy with trees
too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
Now
suddenly
this rain.
— Oct 01, 2021 01:26PM
This rain.
The blues gone grey
and the browns gone grey
and yellow
a terrible amber.
In the cold streets
your warm body.
In whatever room
your warm body.
Among all these people
your absence.
The people who are always
not you.
I have been easy with trees
too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
Now
suddenly
this rain.
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Chris Porter
is on page 60 of 93
(…) We are spirits housed in meat,
Instantly opaque to the Lord. As Jesus.
— Oct 12, 2021 09:32AM
Instantly opaque to the Lord. As Jesus.
Chris Porter
is on page 43 of 93
Walking home across the plain in the dark.
And Linda crying. Again we have come
to a place where I rail and she suffers and the moon
does not rise. We have only each other,
but I am shouting inside the rain
and she is crying like a wounded animal,
knowing there is no place to turn. It is hard
to understand how we could be brought here by love.
— Oct 04, 2021 08:34PM
And Linda crying. Again we have come
to a place where I rail and she suffers and the moon
does not rise. We have only each other,
but I am shouting inside the rain
and she is crying like a wounded animal,
knowing there is no place to turn. It is hard
to understand how we could be brought here by love.
Chris Porter
is on page 28 of 93
IN DISPRAISE OF POETRY
When the King of Siam disliked a courtier,
he gave him a beautiful white elephant.
The miracle beast deserved such ritual
that to care for him properly meant ruin.
Yet to care for him improperly was worse.
It appears the gift could not be refused.
— Oct 03, 2021 06:00PM
When the King of Siam disliked a courtier,
he gave him a beautiful white elephant.
The miracle beast deserved such ritual
that to care for him properly meant ruin.
Yet to care for him improperly was worse.
It appears the gift could not be refused.
Chris Porter
is on page 9 of 93
The heart
never fits
the journey.
Always
one ends
first.
— Oct 01, 2021 10:55AM
never fits
the journey.
Always
one ends
first.
