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39 Sorrows and a Solitary Anguish of Irreparable Regret
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39 Sorrows and a Solitary Anguish of Irreparable Regret |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
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1. this is a poem full of longing, one I draw closed like a curtain in your absence. 2. I once gave a little bird to my lover, but my lover gave it back to me. See? 3. on Thursdays, I torch the sugar, swill the absinthe and forget... 4. a noose of laments have I trussed to the chapel's top rafter. 5. and how parallel lines will eventually meet, and the beauty of Hell is its symmetry. 6. that with a wrench of the knob and a quick, crisp click came the rattle of a latch. Exactly. 7. does he not remember that I fed him from my hands? 8. how the heart is but a wall of throbbing gyrations. Each a devastation. 9. that mine is a shame faced story. For which I am. Beyond sorry. 10. how many secrets bore into deeper holes, like shipworms through a wooden hull. 11. and how I dwelt in his ghost chamber's basement. I remind: that was my mouth you moistened. 12. that a thief on a cross is all I am. that I sleep in a bed of satin and sham. That I am alone. 13. my agonies dragged me hither--- 14. For, over all things is the heart deceitful. 15. years and years will pass, and I will yearn, and I will yearn for you. 16. for years, about my throat I wore the reprimanding hands of those who swore they adored me. 17. out of depths have I cried unto thee... 18. O ravage. O poison. O gift. O season of makeshift betrayals--- 19. I think I have perished 7 deaths waiting for my Prince. 18. no one ever said I would remain the victim of lunacy long after the moon had released me. 19. left to itself the heart could almost mend. 20. let me soil the page with my hallucinations~that I may reverse the day's attempt to assassinate me. 21. Autumn is an ache of loss, the very beginnings of it---leaves upon the ponds pale surface indicate certain frost and something darkening. 22. At night, I collect baneberry, bloodroot, belladonna, poisonous things with petty names. 23. in a dream, I am chained to a hollow rock, you keep all your windows open, cages emptied miraculously of their birds. 24. I've watch our house settle like a slow sigh, the graying resemblance between us growing with each cicada symphony, each winter wind, its blue voice through the pines so akin to creeksong, I no longer know the difference after dark. 25. I wait for moonlight, the bulldog bays in its squalor---a maiden full of cravings in a blood red tower, dark and spare, bewitched, I wait like a barbed hook, for you to come on me, quiet and accidental. 26. in Beethoven, the structures of collapse are various and other bridges of thrilled sound, suspended in violent air. 27. because the blood is its own architecture and the purpose of music is to enclose the silence, not fill it. 28. because what shatters here is neither despair nor vertigo~ 29. it is the pure exhilaration of being allowed to f a l l . 30. memory too is a shadow, that variable carried out in math. 31. f(x) = xy-1 32. one could have a cape made entirely of buttons and it would deflect bullets---shimmer like the scales of a Koi, leaping up; 33. each button would be the subject of an historical treatise written after years of torturous research. 34. one button from a doll's dress and one from the shoulder of a shroud---but no, it's not what you think... 35. one button would depict the life of an obscure and lesser saint, scrimshawed on the bone of a famous whale. 36. wisdom, I've learned, has nothing in common with the relentless metronome of carpenter bees ticking off the aluminum siding, like the steady hail of olive pits spit through my open window the summer I learned to shake Martini's without bruising the gin. 37. the tongue in utter disbelief, obsesses at the tender pit of a tooth, insists on entering the empty room again and again until even the simplest word for loss is raw in the mouth. 38. you promised you'd teach me to swim, when I was in your arms---your body broken-into so many times became a clear lake for me to bathe in~ 39. truth is the brightest color on any palette. be sparing.  |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I can only think "Wow!" and go back and read again. Alison |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
... so I did .... quote: ... and I robbed the poem of some lines. Alison |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I am absolutely frigging speechless. ~ Life is sexually transmitted ~ |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
There you go dipping into the belladonna once again. This is rich with ambiguity and I think you're quite the poet sweetie. Write on! Eric in a relationship the me becomes we. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Love your intensity and the pure passion of it all. Dayummmm!! You are in a class all by yourself, and you're just lovely yanno!!! |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
hey Alison~ thanks for the read & re-read~so pleased you enjoyed it that much! |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Jerry~~ did i get you to cussing? LOL Thanks for reading, man~ |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Eric~ yeah man...once you get a taste of that belladonna...well...what can I say? LOL Thanks for reading! |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Blues~~ thanks so much for the encouragement and kind reply! ~love & light~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Stunning, awsome read... and reread Lori |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Thanks, Lori ! |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
"40, 40, aye..." In a high baroque tending toward romantic kind of way, and not really trapped by fatigue or the din it can create. This poem is a well-told story with many good observations, silences enclosed yet not concealed, and truth as perceived, truth as revealed. Your writing style (as always) is erudite and expressive. It works well, and your poetry here is a good read! That rigmarole said, just please keep up the good work. |
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incwrite Member
since 2010-12-31
Posts 55new york |
you really dove into these feelings and created something that leaves me speechless.. |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
easy~ LOL Your response cracked me up! Glad you liked this! |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
inc~~ thanks so much! |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I keep coming back and reading. A |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Hey Alison~ Thanks for coming back to me ~*~ |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
Your work is very pleasant and different. Juju |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Thanks Juju~*~ |
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