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A Fugue to Faith
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A Fugue to Faith |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Strangle this wind till it breathes not But lies stagnant and dead among twigs The pyre of sun burns the soul into ripples Half seen with squinted eyes or against Some still darker green So be it all that June too brings storm To ravage the limbs in a tangle of misbegotten afternoons That tears at roots and up heaves the strains of Bach Into mounds of loess where driftwood and fossils cleave along ancient seams Into an anthracitic dream Breathe The rising stench of creosote and tar Embalm the bones of breeze until in time Entombed in lungs someone remembers to exhale And stir some moment's fey thoughts Into swirling dusts Ashes to ashes they claim But when you've always burned It is hard to say Improbable to play out Some benevolent gods touch to make it right I forget my eyes Wishing to be blind to all the throes and coquettish birds Who flirt with songs while picking at sight or feel of air Caught upon the twigs A cheerful melody they sing song to their blood Inhaling notes and trill through chest While bills grip the opportunity Oh yes.... The early one catches all So tangle twine and place upon the lids Some copper pence or golden loin Fair the corpse of day and dream who lies Prostrate upon the hours of dawn In wait for more and mourners to parade Sing the songs The hymns of faith so far removed from day As to be the eon past when birds were dinosaurs And the fidelity of Magdalene was sure Stretch out your fingers now To touch the face of old It is summer the funeral has just begun In wait, We crave a taste of water's flesh Passed as sacrament to the sea And cast our eyes to the sand Wondering if footprints will be found |
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tattooedsweetheart07 Member
since 2010-07-11
Posts 86Pa |
I love how when I read this, it makes me think and see what your writing... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
you're kind~ thank you.... your thoughtful reply is greatly appreciated..... |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Cpat..climbed a few creosote sticks on hell heated august days when it ran like melted licorice down...sure hated the smell and the blisters after...not sure I would want to be a mummy, or a daddy again for that matter..kewl stuff guy |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
torn from the core of a burning page...love these lines here: " Ashes to ashes they claim But when you've always burned It is hard to say" sure is. XOXOXOXOXOX |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
DS... many humble thanks m'friend... whether it is climbing poles or setting posts, that creosote sure clings to the skin. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Belle, nothing new to your eyes.... but glad you found some lines you still enjoy. many thanks for the warm look in. |
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