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bel1e
Senior Member

since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

0 posted 2010-08-17 08:41 AM

Once again,
it seems I am somehow wearing the wrong dress for this dream,

there's a fraility in the clavicles,
that tempts murder into the parlor
as mirrors go dark with regret,

un-corseted, I spill through the seams
of something so fragile,
and mourning

after morning I wake
from that wild darkness
and emerge inside your heavy, shearling coat,

powder a black slur at the nape,
as my throat latches on air,
a broken clasp, pales
among the muddy mirabilis,

we've become myth to each other,

this tender conscription of hours,
silky, devout occlusions,
crinoline fragments stitiched
in rinds of ricepaper and drumlins,

and it's nothing like destiny,

here's a wasp thumb deep in the heart
of the pomegranate I keep cupped in my palm,
her flesh its own brimstone, and poppied,

though we pull out of the impenetrable,
the dirtiest mosaic of wings,

bathe them in rosewater,
then plant them in each other's bodies, fly,

and why only on Sundays,
my eyes night like the sky
on the sixth of November,

and my name becomes nothing but a revision of origami lilies,
although having never known the dirt by feel, yet, learn to root in wind.

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

1 posted 2010-08-17 08:59 AM

Amazing work! Some lines unforgettable for their intensity.

Love,
Margherita

bel1e
Senior Member

since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

2 posted 2010-08-17 09:31 AM

thank you, Margherita !

Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

3 posted 2010-08-17 09:50 AM

this tender conscription of hours,
silky, devout occlusions,
crinoline fragments stitiched
in rinds of ricepaper and drumlins,

this passage is a fine example of the sort of word and image use that associate with your writing.with all you share...

a beautiful piece Ms Belle.. and as always I am simply blown away with the way you make the words more than the singular meaning of any one, or the collective..

brava....

bel1e
Senior Member

since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

4 posted 2010-08-17 12:45 PM

thanks Chief~~ for putting up with all of mu lunacy <3

xoxoxoxox

easy1
Senior Member

since 2010-05-22

Posts 1209
Southeastern USA

5 posted 2010-08-17 08:31 PM

mirabilis = wonder? My Latin's a little rusty.

I enjoyed reading this. You are right of course, that sleep dreams are nothing like destiny... more like hopes and/or fears cycled through images and paradigms of recent and ancient acquaintance. Your comparison of differing apparel to dreaming and waking states here is appreciated.

A quick websearch for November 6th in history brings a couple of possibly relevant results, but please be inscrutable as a worthy magician. Love the last stanza, too!

Amaryllis
Senior Member

since 2010-05-20

Posts 1306
Mi now

6 posted 2010-08-17 09:29 PM

Magician, indeed.. easy1 called it: you are the sorceress of the syllabel and mage of the decorated page... loved this one, also..! Dreamy...

~Amaryllis

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

7 posted 2010-08-21 09:49 PM

Nice...James

Sunkissed
Senior Member

since 2002-12-03

Posts 610

8 posted 2010-08-25 12:21 PM

I think this poem deserves another read. Beautifully written, Belle, and most enjoyable.

~Sunkissed

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