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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali 
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Somedays I crave to shed this skin- from contretemps I wallow in. Extirpate, then peel it off- compile a pore-pile, loss by loss.. Into the water- toss. toss. toss. Next comes me- (the bone, in sauce) Of all those massive fleshy links- (a twisted skein of water-sink) I choke 'em down, drink by drink, so full now, I brush on brink. I toss in shame, that pile grows, puddle becomes a waterhole- I tread currents, kick with haste- (a managed gulp, that salty taste) water starts to overtake~ And then? Eyes light upon your face... Under me fast, to cradle calm- strong-armed grace, where I belong. You, to remind me, of all that Was-and-Is secreting my mishaps, hydrating me on wish. This time though? It goes down smooth- like dark whiskey, on midnight soothe. Prelim burns, a slam to core- tending wounds- my sad, my sore. Stomach rockets, I rejoice- all-sacred yields, within your voice. Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... [This message has been edited by devina (05-11-2015 06:26 PM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Impressive! I really appreciate your incredible take on such a situation. The words are so vivid and I also love the tune they produce. Margherita |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Darkness turning to light... I hope that ain't contagious.  Seriously, I know what it's like to throw pieces of yourself away, one at a time, and never come into the desired result. quote: That makes me smile, though. Someone once told me 90% of life is where you have your eyes focused. I never listened, but hey, I will pass along what I know to be good advice. Michael |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Good to see that there is light at the end as the poem finishes up. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
And then? Eyes light upon your face... Under me fast, to cradle calm- strong-armed grace, where I belong. You, to remind me, of all that Was-and-Is secreting my mishaps, hydrating me on wish. This time though? It goes down smooth- like dark whiskey, on midnight soothe. I love the entire poem... but especially these lines! Wrong person is always recipe for disaster, right person at wrong time can break your heart into pieces... but when both time and person are right, it's smooth, it's sacred... it's sustaining. Beautiful! |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Margherita- Thanks for the understanding...and the reading! Michael- ..."Darkness turning to light?"... my switch has definitely been flipped. And? Your smiles are contagious. Jerry- thanks hun, always look forward to your thoughts. I swear, this one caught me by surprise at the end, guess the muse does what she wants these days. (good thing) and my favorite gal, suthern- I just love it that you are still around, hugggs, just 'cause I missed you! So right you are, on timing and person. Take care m'dear! ~d Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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