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bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

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0 posted 2012-01-02 10:07 AM

There is a theory of crying
that tears are the body's way
of shedding excess elements from the brain,

faith will not save us,
for all its rabid, haywire abandon,
as it plucks and skins, on a binge,
to strip the heart of its shiny, blue anatomy,

like a lie,
that leaves you open,
two wrongs make a right

[insert bird for sorrow]

as slow bees spin the thick, deep jute
of some golden hour's passing,

the pollen traceless, retreats
in my garden, the hyacinths have uprooted,
and reach for Lathe, oblivion and swift decay,

for ardor is a mere season,
and eternity, long hours of desolation
lined with garlands of eggshells and rubies,

how silly you are, Trinket.

On Sundays, the kingfishers
enter their kingdom,

their blue crowns on fire,
and feast upon the flies in my heart,

[insert hologram for absence]

meet me in the dovecote, my love,
I will be waiting and waiting...

There is a theory of dreaming ,
that each one serves to mend something torn,
like the cells of new skin, splayed
open with a secret's restless soul,
as it surrenders its recess
and fades with the blue songs
that nest in my nights,

like a long narrative of birds
asleep beneath the pitch
of their dark wings,
pinions of sorrow, in my dream,
something tastes like licorice,

and now we must ask the body for a way back,

for this is the last, they say
the whole world is warming by imperceptible degrees,
the end of color, faith
won't save us, anymore,

here are the jewelthreads and throbbings
I need to leave, alleluia, sever and stitch,

after hearing the frost warnings,
I've snipped all the flowers to make bouquets,
and bring them into the house to die,

alleluia, the blue cicadas mourn
their loss in quick crescendos,
and I am learning, at last,
the names of our failures;

geranium,
sunflower,
magnolia,
azalea,

[insert hail for an apocalyspse, of sorts]

each January day more furious.

JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

1 posted 2012-01-02 11:11 AM

Ah. You never disappoint. This one was especially good in my opinion.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

2 posted 2012-01-02 11:12 AM

Thanks for checking it out, Mr. Pat~*~

OwlSA
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since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

3 posted 2012-01-02 01:11 PM

Belle, you write of a world I will never know, and though I am sad that you feel that way about faith, your poem is extremely compelling and very beautiful, and, of course, painted with your usual brush of intricate and magnificent, microcosmic and macrocosmic genius.

Owl

Michael

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

4 posted 2012-01-02 02:00 PM

quote:
and now we must ask the body for a way back,

Why?

You express your theory on dream quite remarkably. I wouldn't ask to come back from such a place.

Michael

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

5 posted 2012-01-02 02:17 PM

Owl~ thank you dear poet...my decisions regarding faith and mercy are ever evolving....thanks again for your glowing review

Xoxo

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

6 posted 2012-01-02 02:20 PM

Michael, thanks so much for dropping in to read my rambling! Alas...we must always find a way back even from the most compelling dream. Glad u took this trip with me!

ice
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since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

7 posted 2012-01-02 02:56 PM

Love this poem, will come back later for a closer look..

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

8 posted 2012-01-02 03:01 PM

Ha ha ice....loving your equation~

JL
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since 2004-04-01

Posts 6128
Texas, USA

9 posted 2012-01-02 04:06 PM

I think I need to re-think?
Back to school with me...

Enjoyed the read,
But too deep for my brain.

JL

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

10 posted 2012-01-02 06:49 PM

Awwww JL....the trick is not to think....but to feel

[This message has been edited by bel1e (01-02-2012 10:27 PM).]

Mysteria

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since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

11 posted 2012-01-03 02:49 PM

pinions of sorrow, in my dream,
something tastes like licorice

Absolutely!

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

12 posted 2012-01-03 02:58 PM

Thanks M~

So pleased you enjoyed this !

secondhanddreampoet
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since 2006-11-07

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a 'Universalist' !

13 posted 2012-01-07 03:47 PM

fascinating 'write' !

I would especially like to view that "hologram for absence" (and one for 'loneliness') !

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

14 posted 2012-01-07 05:36 PM

Thanks 2nd hand dream poet!

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