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Self Portrait, Pavement Graffiti,...True
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Self Portrait, Pavement Graffiti,...True |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396
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Self Portrait, Pavement Graffiti,...True Self portrait, pavement graffiti,...true. Concrete steps to heavens, padlocked, I was lost in you. Sprayed across, a smeared emergence, captured in absent light shied blue. Speeding life, worlds apart could you have known me then? The skies bleed, they glaze this earth, mask the days of when self portraits mattered. If the world could bend and stretch itself inside of me, I'd dance with you. Self portrait, pavement graffiti,...true. If the seas could bathe, they'd sting the sores, they'd swallow hope for fun. I was lost in you, tasting time, wasting will on streets sheltered. Fourteen blocks across the way, there are too many people here today. This space to call, all styrofoam now, all labeled in advertisements. Can't you get sick that way? Catch some fatal disease from the poison of painted dreams? The graphics amaze and capture time on buildings swaying in the gusts, I've trailed from you. I was sprayed in context, I was detailed on lack, could that make sense to someone who's ridden, to someone who's worn the shoes of false, or eaten with plastic utensils in the rain? See, the colors run that way, they follow me down around corners, to glass, shattered, sprinkled in sheets, comfort forfeited. I've never known a better way to get inside the drying leaves set so beautifully on shelves for generations to come, I'm spinning,...and I think I won. [This message has been edited by SpitFire (edited 12-09-2000).] |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Well you most certainly won with this one of yours. This held me captive from beginning to end and it held that little light of hope against the walls of dispair. Wonderfully written and much worth the read. A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses. author unknown |
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Effigy Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 486disbelief |
Wonderful. Really well written. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
SpitFire, Well you sure spit a fire on this one. Enjoyed. Sy |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Awesome poem, my friend. You are outdoing yourself again. I could feel this, and the images are so clear and dark, yet that touch of hope at the end, perfect! Are you as cold as I am this week?? BRRR, I hate this cold.. Luv,S |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very well written, SpitFire! I enjoyed this very much! Denise |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
SpitFire~ This is so well illustrated with your use of evocative thoughts~ 'I've never known a better way to get inside the drying leaves set so beautifully on shelves for generations to come, I'm spinning,...and I think I won.' Very nice to dig into. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
This is excellent...my favourite style of writing... See, the colors run that way, they follow me down around corners, to glass, shattered, sprinkled in sheets, comfort forfeited. I've never known a better way to get inside the drying leaves set so beautifully on shelves for generations to come, I'm spinning,...and I think I won. I love this part...  K |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
The skies bleed, they glaze this earth, mask the days of when self portraits mattered. If the world could bend and stretch itself inside of me, I'd dance with you. Self portrait, pavement graffiti,...true. Spitfire, excellent piece, wonderfully written. Definitely one for the porch. "an afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree the hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women". Patti Smith |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Mark, thank you for stopping in and thinking it worthy,...and for the kind words. ~Effigy, hey you! Thanks! Really. ~Seymour, glad you peeked in, thank you for doing so and for leaving your words. ~Sandra gurlie, thank you for always reading me, and yeah, it's cold here, but probably colder there,...and you've probably got more snow too  . ~Denise, thank you, thank you. ~Marge, thank you for reading and digging in. ~Severn, hey, thanks for that. Truly. ~Brian, Hi there! Thanks for stopping in and reading, take care. *Peace all.  . |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
SpitFire--Great read from beginning to end...much enjoyed! |
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insect Senior Member
since 2000-04-22
Posts 1014 |
Hi Fire A wonderful poem you did Here The flames that burn from your fires Are hot with sensations and desires You are the flame, the hottest one You burn a million degrees hotter then the sun Flickering flames that dance with heat Crackling sounds of snapping repeat Mesmerized in the vision and sound Hypnotized to dreams your bound (Snap!)  "Zzzzzz" You will have a Merry Christmas And a wonderful New Year with Peach Snaps! Every time you hear snap! You will down a shot or drink a beer! (Snap!) Ha! Take care Fire |
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Poertree Senior Member
since 1999-11-05
Posts 1359UK |
this is excellent writing spitfire - how have i not seen your poems before? (thanks martie )philip |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
SF, Hey you! Wonderful writing here. Lovely images of the colors whirring by you. So nice to see you again my friend. I hope all is well. Take care. LW Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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