[the Writing of Kuypers] [JanetKuypers.com] [Bio] [Poems] [Prose]
the Pageto inspiration
and you would still appear, appear in
rippling waves in the pages before me,
watching its prey. I could touch
the rose I threw over the mahogany
the grass covered with ice, cracking
I could feel the pain in the paper, and
marble, freezing my fingers. And the
took hold of me the way you did.
writing and feel the blood rush, feel
the fist jumping out from the page
I could feel a thousand wars fought
your words. I could feel your hot
my neck, I could feel your hands taking
I would look at your paper and see out the
streets. I can feel the tide rising from
have you been through, to give you
and I begin to feel your hand from
in hand, shoving up through the fiber,
And I get up from my chair, walk over
I feel nothing but the drive you felt.
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