Heather Whitley Gibson

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seahear
seized the day too
of rings of lovers
content to imatate
...

But I lost it
it's inside the mattress,
unseen
it sneaks out,
...

3.

the windows are all broken
and the wind is coming threw
do you feel the wind in your bones
does it turn your mind to blue
...

She combs my hair
in loose strokes
as the cats warm themselves
by fire, to touch her skin
...

they were here
he and she
lie still
still, lie, soft
...

6.

to feel like a weed
just to be torn out
belly-up
a curled seed
...

dark, cold, lost,
I ran to these things
it's indescribable
to wish you were a bird
...

he smell himself, his shelling skin
molting snake, lashed, drying stems
swollen morning, eyes, crusted gems
rose colored cake, half mooned, stars pinned
...

sign up ahead seems to be misguiding
inside of your head there's a thought misgiving
birds that fly south fly upon a heartbeat
what if one dies
...

under like glue, ware blubber toes
grounds clawed, mud burns
the walrus knows
the plum line, to fit, a missing page
...

Heather Whitley Gibson Biography

Heather Whitley Gibson, born in Winnipeg, Manitoba, grew up in upstate New York. She has been writing poetry, and creating artwork all of her life. She did her undergraduate, and graduate work in Fine Arts and Art History with a strong emphasis in poetry and philosophy. Heather founded two of the top progressive art galleries in Cincinnati, Ohio which continue to have a solid influence on the art scene. She still promotes the Ohio Arts, and continues to exhibit her art, as well as writing poetry and song lyrics daily.)

The Best Poem Of Heather Whitley Gibson

Seahear

seahear
seized the day too
of rings of lovers
content to imatate
by kissing jokes in the arms of war
love harvests an original word
-a dancing decoy/a toe gate.

seahear
I don't know what I can be
should you write lines
down for me
The more briefly I lie
the faster I flie
Design me in your arms
fold me up like an oragamy tragedy.
Then you will see the real me.

Love will have played with armored hands'
Heads or tails in the battle heat...
A good leg, a lead foot, a silver toe...
coughs that red color circulating Beat.
A migraine without speech
A golden calfve, still milk bleeds
Until the sun bows at your perfect feat.

All I know, softer than hard
the prickly value of love
the teating hands that touch
vowes made inside.
A monarchs wings reowned, both opened
a queen without a band
pages marked open, but unbroken.

ripened clouds depart
paper ends, pieces inpart
hands remain true
terrain like fingers, in the sky blue
as a silver pointed pen inks,
sewing corn lines
angles blink, unfold us carefully

like a shoehorn unraveled.
It's tongue holds many songs
fly words, strong like a jet lines
it remains, a marker in the sky.
the arms of you, the arms of I
laces unwrapped
loose like fireflys talking
seahear
hear the sea walking.

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