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That Old Gray Mare
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That Old Gray Mare |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631
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At times, the body cannot abide its loneliness, that old gray mare, hoards its fading wilderness in a windowsill of herbs, frost, again brittles the grass darkens the reckless bud, and Wednesday is held beneath the ruinous mantle of dusk, ain’t what she used to be, vellum leaves lit like lanterns, red ivy climbing onto the far wall, there are traces of a wingspan at the peripherals of night outside my window, streaks of ash and moonflower hang across a splintered trellis, perennials curl with evening primrose, nocturnal, exposed, the body, an old gray mare in disguise, often resents its cage, limits its intake of nougat, and must be coaxed through the doorway, ain’t what she used to be, ain’t what she used to be, I will be here until morning, for the garden needs tending, Hosta blooms slightly under the canopy of your arms there is a surf of blackwater, and these vague fevers recede into the body’s gray feathers, my scarred and eager palms till rigid rows, but solely on paper does my garden grow, and for all the dark moments when I am draped in silence, I give you roses as so many smaller throats collapse into limp bouquets, and spill soundless as pink stamens asleep, the flesh in its own fire and poppied, pities the glass and its distance from the sill. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Well Baby Girl this is a beautiful write. As usual I might add. I get lost in your verisimilitude. I go virtually traveling. Thanks for that and stay away from that fire, try not to get too poppied. There's poetic work to be done for the troubled masses and I wouldn't want you to be caught asleep. I used to be really good at making these comments but I just ain't what I used to be. Love your insightful meandering. I come away peaceful. Cheers Eric PS. Thanks for the roses, I don't get them often! the writer views a critic like a fire hydrant would view a dog |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
I adore your poetry, Baby Bella~ You never, ever disappoint!! Brava, Woman!! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this deserves a dozen roses! |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Well, then. Now, it doesn't escape me that you might have sat in my chair, once or twice, and said, "this doesn't fit" then flit on...as a muse does... but remember to write of someone you might have known I guess it was the gray areas that gave me that insight.  Belle...I do believe I'm going to library this one. You are indeed a universal woman! " It matters not this distance now " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Very nice...James |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Belle, you are a real pistil!  |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This touches me and lifts me into the upper spheres of poetry, where the masters spill their gold. Wow! Love, Margherita |
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