do not love me
do not love my words
for like me they are without
body or mind bereft
of a place for soul
so that even the touch of
my bare feet to the ground
signals the idea of nothing
complete not even that of
a life lip-licked on vellum
~ Anne Sorbie
Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her fiction has appeared in journals such as Geist and Other Voices. Anne’s first novel, Memoir of a Good Death, is forthcoming (September 2010) with Thistledown Press.
Read more of Anne Sorbie’s poetry:
- some quaint perched aerie on the cliffs of time #2
Editor’s note: This poem is one of a series of ten “neruda spell” poems by Anne Sorbie that are being featured on blue skies poetry this week.
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by akublik Date 26 February, 2010
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my eyes weep violets and blood
my palms hold mountains and men
yet one touch of your hand
is like a promissory note
carved in agate on a high peak
tumbled in the heat of thawing falls
~ Anne Sorbie
Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her fiction has appeared in journals such as Geist and Other Voices. Anne’s first novel, Memoir of a Good Death, is forthcoming (September 2010) with Thistledown Press.
Read more of Anne Sorbie’s poetry:
- some quaint perched aerie on the cliffs of time #2
Editor’s note: This poem is one of a series of ten “neruda spell” poems by Anne Sorbie that are being featured on blue skies poetry this week.
Filed under: Anne Sorbie
by akublik Date 26 February, 2010
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plant pots and poets
are nerudal subjects
inspected from above
as if by agate-eyed white doves
crushed like a beach
crashed and sanded
by the ocean’s
constant salt
~ Anne Sorbie
Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her fiction has appeared in journals such as Geist and Other Voices. Anne’s first novel, Memoir of a Good Death, is forthcoming (September 2010) with Thistledown Press.
Read more of Anne Sorbie’s poetry:
- some quaint perched aerie on the cliffs of time #2
Editor’s note: This poem is one of a series of ten “neruda spell” poems by Anne Sorbie that are being featured on blue skies poetry this week.
Filed under: Anne Sorbie
by akublik Date 25 February, 2010
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can you bear
a poem
fur it in snarls
and great rearing jaws
claw at it without
tearing asunder
its meaty parts
while blue sky
and white sun
reign warmth
on its strangled throat
~ Anne Sorbie
Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her fiction has appeared in journals such as Geist and Other Voices. Anne’s first novel, Memoir of a Good Death, is forthcoming (September 2010) with Thistledown Press.
Read more of Anne Sorbie’s poetry:
- some quaint perched aerie on the cliffs of time #2
Editor’s note: This poem is one of a series of ten “neruda spell” poems by Anne Sorbie that are being featured on blue skies poetry this week.
Filed under: Anne Sorbie
by akublik Date 25 February, 2010
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I
she wants
to bite his
cherry tomato lips
seed them transparent
until they overflow palms
wet wrists
maim arms
cross clavicles
taint neck
insect mouth
dry on tongue
II
she wants
to wrap soft
in hair bending triumph
seek what is beneath
the dream of a
sleep tufted cheek
stalked and deep green
thin-pressed like
flowers cupped and buttered
against the heat of
an inked page
~ Anne Sorbie
Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her fiction has appeared in journals such as Geist and Other Voices. Anne’s first novel, Memoir of a Good Death, is forthcoming (September 2010) with Thistledown Press.
Read more of Anne Sorbie’s poetry:
- some quaint perched aerie on the cliffs of time #2
Editor’s note: This poem is one of a series of ten “neruda spell” poems by Anne Sorbie that are being featured on blue skies poetry this week.
Filed under: Anne Sorbie
by akublik Date 24 February, 2010
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