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Sweepy Jean Explores the World What is it like to spill your guts to strangers?

English - Poetry, Women, African American

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Sweepy Jean Explores the World · 2W ago

Confessional Poet

Many first-time visitors make mention of the subtitle of this blog with regard to spilling my guts to strangers. And spill I do. I’ve talked about how I’m trying to overcome indoctrination in the code of silence, how race has played a part in my life, and my issues with abandonment. Probably what pl

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Sweepy Jean Explores the World · 3W ago

closer

it centers around my jugular vein and the blood that runs through that space and that which is closer to me than it and knows my heart better than i it involves those who live in my heart and for whom my blood is everything for whom my blood is not enough my sustainers intercessors [...]

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Sweepy Jean Explores the World · 3W ago

They said

thus it came to be that bird songs sung at dawn were touted as unvarnished truth yet birds are seekers not knowers just like us ************************* NaPoWriMo Day 29. Please visit this list of my poet friends who are also doing the poem-a-day challenge. © Sweepy Jean and Sweepy Jean Explores th

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Sweepy Jean Explores the World · 4W ago

Real Age

Nine o’clock Wednesday morning, Early July: Sun floods my grandma’s backyard, My only world, With a dry blue heat. The air holds its breath Waiting for me, age seven, to run through it, Create ripples and waves; Grass still cool, impossibly green, Shaggy, overgrown, and disobedient. Bees in yellow c

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Sweepy Jean Explores the World · 4W ago

This poem

This poem Flies in a circle Like a helicopter missing a rotor Who’d have thought it would end this way Just saying Me bailing out you trapped in a tailspin Thrashing the sky butting against ozone Spiraling down to the Last word © Sweepy Jean and Sweepy Jean Explores the (Webby) World, 2012

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Sweepy Jean Explores the World · 4W ago

Once

Once there was a lovely virgin– One narcissus among the ordinary beautiful– Cornered by a blue dementia In the days when one could lose oneself Beneath the lovelier planes of enterprise. “There is no magic any more,” The mirror told, “I’ve heard it in the chillest land In a solitude of the sea.” “Co

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Sweepy Jean Explores the World · 1M ago

Noise (No E’s)

This is my brain: brain This is my brain on NaPoWriMo Day 25: oil albumin b r a i n yolk salt | | | | f r y i n g p a n sunny outlook skyward. ************************* NaPoWriMo Day 25. The NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a lipogram, which is a poem that [...]

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Sweepy Jean Explores the World · 1M ago

On Mondrian

This all means something. There’s a big red box– Big, red, And red stands for life, for blood … No, madness. No, Red is angry. Yeah, But the yellow rectangles Are happy and excited To be here, So are gray and white, And those last two hug the red Because they like the way it [...]

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Sweepy Jean Explores the World · 1M ago

Earth Day ‘ku

among the yams, tough fibers clung to honest dirt, my grandmother’s face ************************* NaPoWriMo Day 23. The NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem about a plant. Please visit this list of my poet friends who are also doing the poem-a-day challenge. They are worth the look. I’m inspired by

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Sweepy Jean Explores the World · 1M ago

Sunday: First Impressions

alif sin ta mim qaf nun in the beginning who am i so quiet the silence echoes silence light of dawn but no sun gray skies face to face comforter pink green thick warm flowers white walls white walls white walls hungry overfed cats scratching mewling crying new day becomes what it is ****************

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