Paperweight Poetry

today is a blue sky day full of blue sky hope and blue sky hearts.  -anna sluder

Just close your eyes And tomorrow it will be you and me Singing with our purple guitar under a plum tree.  -anna sluder

Fall in love with a poet and you'll never fall out For their veins run with ink instead of blood Leaving a trail of words as they go  Making you feel as if it is the universe that you lead When it is love that you truly follow.  -anna sluder

We are fickle and foolish Like baby teeth that won't come out  Afraid to bleed, afraid to show our roots In the fear that once naked and exposed, We find that we have been pulling on the wrong tooth.  -anna sluder 

We have foolish hearts That even in the daylight  Will turn our sign and close our door In the face of a well-intending customer Shakily whispering, "Sorry we're closed."  -anna sluder

remember when we were small  and we only knew our own hands fat red and wriggling like little worms  we didn't know the other hands, like the ones ticking by on a clock counting the days we are farther away from where we began and closer to where we will end remember when we didn't know the dimensions height, width, depth, and time when we were too small in our bodies and in our minds to understand that there are dimensions out of our chubby hands' reach that not everyone will love you the way your mother does that some people's love can only stand so high, reach so far, run so deep, last so long remember the days when we were small when love couldn't be measured  by any dimension height, width, depth, and time  and we would stumble about, toppling over with the weight of our newborn hearts  something quite unlike aged hearts, that wither and shrink like old lettuce tossed to the birds  for you don't need a mind to love, ...

Yes, fear could draw out the fire in her bones But only love could keep those flames alive.  -anna sluder