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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631
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 Everything strewn, out of place, torpor, amid a bevy of indecision, at the median, Figure 2. there’s the maidenhead, an ornate slit to traverse and adorn with bruised red fruit crushed underfoot, you must have unbelievable faith in water and in the fluent lull of the Harpsichord to grow stalks of fire, you must begin the New Year with your hands tied behind your back, worship dark totems weighed down with nightbirds, you must know what’s behind the shadow of a treadmill, its window, the moon’s reflection, its silent season reaching into red anthills that bloom in me, intolerably, there’s a hard science to building walls that sway with Summer storms, and the catastrophic burgeoning of ginkoes, beneath the 37 pinions of these wings, tie the proper knot, slow now, tie it, lock the arms to an open frame of oak rooted to ancient earth, hope for harvest. for soil. for the bird’s relentless song, the door’s built last, just wide enough for two lovers to enter on hands and knees. Figure 5 is the lullaby of a blind gelding caught in a burning corral, inchoate, and the night’s so heavy with imminent thunderstorms, at the temple, my hair is sweetened by golden cassia, and night-blooming jasmine, to calm the blood in its awful rush toward a blue black god, gather our grains in brimming cups, leave detritus strewn in florid patterns across the pungent grass, there’s a story amid the burrows of my hand, my body, at the mercy of your 53 carat tethers, strung along such mismatched legs, this dutiful torture, I choose a body and make it, yours perched along our picked fence, 16 hummingbirds pant and draw breath in a field of basil, rain threatens to sing you to sleep, but I press my lips to your ear instead, and hope the terror in my heart stirs you from dream, Figure 8b is a waltz to the weavebird’s song that will mend sweetwater and light with straw, earth and mind upon a bright loom of patchwork grain, untortured by bushels of thorns. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Always a treat to fall into your words and be mesmerized Bel1e! So good to see you here. |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
hey there, Gentle One~*~* Just passing thru the Blue pages... remembering some good times  ~hugs~ |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I remember this! *smile* I was impressed then by the creativity of you, and loved the bread pudding recipe, too, btw. And yep, I had to google to recognize it, and I'm sorry for replying to two poems at once, but I totally loved the inverted pan part. Now lemme grab a towel--water ballet awaits! Forgive me if I'm not "on it" as I used to be about replying and stuff--just trust that I find your work intriguing as ever. ta for now--I hear the pool is both warm and cool at the same time. I like it that way. I'll be around. *hugz* |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
You are one amazing poetess!! What a fabulous write. I am intrigued and stand in awe of your talent. Wonderful wonderful!!! |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
i too remember this one glad to see you back and posting you have an incredible talent |
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Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
It takes someone with talent to turn a blue print into art. Very creative. |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Thanks so much everyone for stopping to read this... ~love & light~ |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Good Lord! |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
LOL Wranxiieeee***** Good to see you, man **** ~*deep hug~* |
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