The Next Step

The Next Step

A Poem by LR Young

I write to the still voice, the one
I can unravel, knitting yarn, rings
in trees or onions --
the cyclical beat-beat,
the wind in my hair,
as when I was young, barefoot
and pedaling until entropy
broke wide-eyed,
the fear and the living coursing
coexistent in one tiny body, I spy
the light of one soul threaded,
the camel in the needle; the thresher
and the seed, see, I walk
both sides of the granary,
the open-shut, awakened
then ignorant, co-textual
indications: being men,
being women. thing is,
I'm sick to death of my more
pastoral affectations,
I just want the growth,
something sprouting;
emergent-ascendant sexuality,
what's the matter-- tossing ships,
missing sips of morning coffee,
the last horizon slipping into
pockets where maps get hid,
so long as the green mouth
pulls itself up, answering?

© 2010 LR Young

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Author's Note

LR Young
came out in under 3 minutes.. woosh... it's a little rough.

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I read it again and can't find one thing rough about it . . .

Posted 10 Years Ago

i love your flow, and your effortless metaphors, and rhythms.

Posted 11 Years Ago

you want to rush things up a little? I'll put in a word for you....

Posted 11 Years Ago

it maybe could use some spit and polish, but honestly, I couldn't find one thing that seemed to hinder the flow . . . it was a walk I needed to take

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on January 16, 2010
Last Updated on January 16, 2010


LR Young
LR Young

Boulder, CO

LR Young completed her Masters in Literature in Spring of 2009. Her current emphasis is poetry, the intimacy of words and string of consciousness revelations, rhythm and imagery. It is just as Ginsber.. more..