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Tova Houpt -- Poet --Toronto Ontario
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Tova's only legitimate training in poetry is from grade school,
however she has always loved and enjoyed writing poetry and prose.
She consider herself an amateur and finds much solace in reading her
own material. Tova has been writing for about twelve years or so,
and likes to think that her inpsirations are from life itself. She
is not an avid fan of other poets, however she does have a soft spot
for Pablo Neruda and Shakespeare. |
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Moderately
If I stayed too long in one place
with my hands bound and limp
there would be no substance to my grace
apparently I am nothing and everything to everyone
There is nothing and everything in my life
As constant as the sun in the sky, as cool as the moon
I am singing this movement
like my guts, rhythmic and scraping
If I moved too many times
from distance to nearness
and then came across beauty
would I bend in earnestness
catching a glimpse of the world, whole
Lifting my eyes to see beyond
The ground pummeling my heart as I run forwards
I love and breathe, I love to breathe and sleep
Absolute is nothing and nothing is whole
I dream awake, learning new seas of experience
I sleep to sleep, I eat and sing inside
There is a humming way to this life
Rather an open and windy step
As gliding along the streams of thought
I am releasing and touching, grasping and letting go
There is a wonder and freedom to letting yourself be happy
Every time I judge it, there is a numbness and tightening
Let yourself laugh when there is moments to tease you
Children are the best examples
Run, Sing, Laugh, Get dirty
Work is a play and planning is a game
Love this, embrace the pain, embrace the fear and just be.
Dundas Square
I dreamed of france
and lying naked on the sandy beaches
sunbathing in fragrant heat
sweat trickling off backs
browned skin in mini suits
and tan lines of sunglasses
on faces of happy, bright people
I dreamed of france
while walking amidst the downtown noise
spanish men with booming electrical guitars
playing espanol
a burnt car showing tv screen
of some proclamation of wrong doings
I prayed for some peace
while leaving the cheap shoe palace
dragging my tired feet
across the paved square
reaching its existence to the corner
of dundas and yonge streets
every person like a small piece
of clockwork
designed to pace the time away
dazzling me in their summer glitter
reminding me how tired i am
making the heat bounce
back and forth
to become a monotonous
hyper dome
overloaded senses
I want to be free of this city
feel the earth beneath my feet
smell clean air
and see one less buswith the neon digital letters claiming: "smog
alert, take the ttc".
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