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Charlotte von Fritschen

03 Feb Charlotte von Fritschen

ALL MY SENSES WIDE OPEN

 

 

I LEFT THE LAPTOP TO GO LOOK AT THE SKY
I WATCHED A WHOLE SUNSET
I WATCHED A WHOLE SUNSET
I WATCHED A THING WHOLE
FROM START TO FINISH

DIMMING THEN BRIGHTENING
BRIGHTENING THEN DIMMING THEN
DIMMING THEN OH BRIGHTENING THEN
BRIGHTENING THEN DIMMING AGAIN

A SERIES OF REPRISED SURPRISE

A TREAT RESERVED FOR THE KID
PLAYING ALONE AT THE BIRTHDAY PARTY

 

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ONE DAY I ASKED MYSELF,
DO YOU STILL LISTEN TO THE BREEZE?
I WAS NOT SO SURE
TODAY I WILL GREET THE BOWED TREE
AND WHAT IF I STAND OPEN TO THE SUN?
OR LET A FERN WASH THROUGH ME
OH RAIN MAKE MY THOUGHTS CLEAN

 

 

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ATUNE TO THE AFTERNOON

SLOW DOWN
TO SIGHTS AND SOUNDS
IN FRONT AND ALL AROUND

SHOW UP
FOR SUN’S PINK PHASE
ON CRASHING WAVES

RETUNE TO SEAGULL CROON

 

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THE SUN IS
ELEKTRIK KINDNESS

REACHING YOU
THROUGH FIBRES OF FIRES

 

/

TAKE FLIGHT ABOVE NEON LIGHT
FOLLOW THE PATTERNS OF FISHES
FAR ACROSS THE QUIET LIQUID
FAR AWAY FROM MODERN WISHES

 

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IN A CERTAIN CORNER OF THE EARTH

YOU MAY SEE

HOW BUMBLEBEE
LOVES THE KEURBOOM TREE

WITH BUZZING DECLARATIONS
WITH PINK BLOSSOM AFFECTATIONS

AND SO IT IS
AND SO IT WAS

A THOUSANDS PAIRS OF LOVERS
RIGHT NOW TAKE UP THE ANCIENT DANCE

 

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EVERY HOUR

OPENS

SOME NEW KIND OF FLOWER

SINK INTO THE SYMPHONIC MOMENT

 

TIME HAS SLOWED AND

COALESCES IN THE FOAM

PICK ME UP

LIKE A SEASHELL

 

WHEN YOU ARE IN

LIMINAL SPACE

ALL YOU CAN DO
IS HIGH-FIVE THE GODS

IN THE
IN BETWEEN PLACE

 

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WHILE YOU ARE HERE

PLEASE REMEMBER

TO ENJOY PLAYING

WITH THE FABRIC OF TIME AND SPACE

 

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EGO MELTS

LIKE AN ICE CUBE IN THE DESERT

BECOME WIND

BECOME SAND

COME LOOSE AT THE SEAMS

BE PART OF EVERYTHING

 

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SO I SEE YOU FINALLY FOUND

YOUR OWN TRAMPOLINE OF TRUTH

I HOPE YOU JUMP UNTIL THE DAY

THE SPRINGS COME LOOSE

 

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ONCE A YEAR WHEN I CRY

HARD PEARLS FALL FROM MY EYE

I TEND TO LET THOSE LACRIMAL SECRETIONS CALCIFY

WHEN DEEP POOLS UNDER MOONLIGHT

MEET SALTY BANKS OF MEMORIES

IN A MOMENT ALL BECOMES CRYSTAL TO ME

 

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MY WATERS LAP CONTINUOUSLY

AGAINST THE CRYSTAL SHORE

OF YOUR MIND

 

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YOUR EYELIDS ARE PILLOWS

THE CORNER OF YOUR EYE A FINE MATRESS

TO PLACE MY HEAD

YOU FEEL IT’S A SMALL PART OF YOU
BUT IT’S A WHOLE LAP OF LANGUISH FOR ME

(AS YOU CAN SEE
MY THOUGHTS ABOUT YOU ARE SOFT)

 

 

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HEARING THE VOICE

OF A CHILD
OR AN OLD PERSON

IS HAVING AN EAR
PRESSED UP TO HEAVEN

FRAGILE AND THINNING
GETTING HIGHER
NON-SENSICAL MUTTERING

ONE FOOT IN THIS WORLD
ONE FOOT IN THE NEXT

I AM WITNESS

TO THEIR WITNESS
OF VEIL UNLIFTING

 

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NEXT TIME SOMEONE OFFERS YOU A SOFTDRINK

ASK FOR A SOFT DRINK OF SKY INSTEAD

CAN YOU CAN YOU CAN YOU CAN THE SUNSET?

I JUST DON’T THINK SO

 

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TODAY AT WORK
I PULLED OUT A DESK DRAWER
INSIDE TO FIND
A WOMAN IN A COMA

SHIT, I HAD FORGOTTEN
ALL ABOUT HER

SO I TRIED TYING THE LOOSE SYNAPSES
SPRINGING FROM HER HEAD

BOSS CAME IN AND SAID,
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“BRINGING A PERSON BACK TO LIFE”

 

“IS THAT ON THE AGENDA?”

AT THAT MOMENT THE WOMAN AWOKE
MY HAND SHE WAS GRABBING, SAYING

“COME ON WE’VE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE”

 

 

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OH TO WAKE UP WITH DEW ON MY SKIN
TO BE ONE OF NATURE’S KIN

BUT UNTIL I

LIKE AN OLD TREE
LEARN HOW TO DIE

I WILL REMAIN SEPARATE
FROM ALL THE REST OF IT

 

 

 

 

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I ALWAYS FASHION
SOMETHING DIFFERENT

IN THE FURNACE

THAN WHAT SIMPLY IS

IN EARNEST

 

/

WHO THEN I AM

WHETHER THE SEA OR THE SAND
IT DOES NOT REALLY MATTER

 

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NO ONE CAN GIVE ME A PILLOW
FULL OF LAVENDER

BUT MYSELF

 

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I DON’T KNOW IF ALL MY INSIDES LIGHT UP

WITH BRIGHT LIQUID

I DON’T KNOW IF MY SOUL IS 3D

I’D LIKE IT TO BE

 

 

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  1. HOW MUCH OF THIS LANDSCAPE IS IMAGINARY?

1.1   ARE MY FEELINGS REAL?

 

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THE FACES I WANT TO SEE
ARE PETALS CURLED AWAY FROM ME

MY HEART TOO TIGHT IS A BUD

I TRY TO PRY OPEN

WHAT THE YEARS HAVE SHUT

 

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OCEAN GALLOPING TOWARDS US

DOESN’T QUITE REACH

ALWAYS GENTLY RETREATS

BUT STILL

FEEL ITS MAGNETIC PULL

FEEL ITS MOTHERLY INSTINCT

FOR YOU

 

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TABLE MOUNTAIN

I STAND IN

YOUR WIND MANSION

WHAT WAS BEFORE

HAS BEEN TAKEN AWAY

BY FLOWING WATER

FILL UP WITH NEW FEELING

 

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THERE ARE GIRLS AND BOYS
WHO WALK FOR MILES UNDER SUN

FEEL SOMETIMES BADLY FOR THEM
BUT I CAN SEE THEIR SKIN

IS SOFT AND BELONGS TO THE EARTH
MORE THAN MINE DOES ANYWAY

/

 

I WANT TO PULL THE MAGIC FROM THE CLOUDS

PUT ALL THE ROCKPOOL COLOURS ON MY TONGUE

AND LIVE INSIDE A SEA ANEMONE

 

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TO INHALE INTO EVERY CELL AT SUNRISE
AND RELEASE THROUGH A TRIANGLE

OF SUN SETTING ON WATER

 

 

/

TO FIND POOLS OF TRUE REFLECTION

AND NOT TURN AWAY FROM THE SIGHT

 

 

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IF ONLY I HAD JUST ONE CUP
LIFTED UP

OR ONE DIVINE HAMMER

FOR EVERY TASK

I AM WAITING FOR THE KNIGHT ON THE HILL
TO SPEAK ME INTO BEING

I AM WAITING TO TELL MYSELF
A MESSAGE FROM MY OWN MOUTH

 

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THEY LOVED FROM THE BALCONY TO THE LOUNGE
TO THE GARDEN

THEN MOVED TO A SKYSCRAPER

THEIR LOVE MADE A HOLE IN THE WINDOW

ONE PART OF LOVE SHOT THROUGH

 

THE OTHER PART SEARCHED FOR DAYS

THEN TOO GOT OUT INTO OPEN AIR

BUT THEN THEY WERE EVERYWHERE

 

NOTHING TO HOLD THEM TOGETHER

THEIR SUBSTANCE SEVERING

THEY SIMPLY LOVED EVERYTHING

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WHEN WILL WE MAKE ONE ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL
AS BEAUTIFUL
AS WE MAKE OURSELVES

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FURTHEREST AWAY FROM ME IS MY SPINE

FURTHEREST AWAY FROM ME IS WHAT’S MINE

HOW WILL I KNOW IF I EVER GET THERE

JOURNEY LONG TO THE BACK OF ME (ENDLESS STAIRS)

 

IN THE VAULTS OF DNA

LIES THE MEMORY

OF MY EARLIEST DAY

WHEN I WOKE UP NEW WITH THE SUN

WHO WAS I

AT BEST I HAVE A SUMMARY

 

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WHEN WAS I A STAR UP THERE

COLD WITH THE MOON?

WHEN WAS I OK WITH DARK

WITH NOTHING MORE
FOREVER MORE?

ONE DAY IT WILL BE FOR ME
AGAIN SOON

 

 

 

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Charlotte von Fritschen lives in the wilderness, in ‘Wilderness’, South Africa. Her writing explores biophilia; the affinity between people and places. Her work has appeared in Jungle Jim, Slanted, and elsewhere.

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