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Painting With Knives
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Painting With Knives |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
Painting With Knives By: Noah Hibiscus Eaton 11/30/14 . . . You've said, “I feel like a brain, being dragged around by a body... ...and I wish I could just be the brain... ...but leave this body behind...” so you can escape into your mind, from the earthquake lights... . . . ...they'd say, “It's all in your head,” there's so much left unsaid... ...you're as much at a loss of words, than they are... ...and you're ready to speak, but no one's listening, to the fight that you're awaiting... . . . Tell that reflection in the microwave: “That was a lot to process today, don't feel like you need to hold it all in, take the rest of the day off to play.” . . . Halfway to the finish line, and all you need tonight... ...is a safe place to cry... ...where they're always serving tea, and sympathy, willowy calligraphy... . . It's okay, you're comforted now... ...sit there with yourself... ...and preach about something simple as snow... ...like penguin pullovers, hare's foot clover, misheard hummingbirds... . . . You say it opens your heart to know the great, beauty that comes with all this pain, you tell me sitting with it, is to invite yourself to experience love... ...and we tread back to rehearsals in our dreams, where body mind palindrome olympics reign supreme, churning this yearn to spurn what burns... ...adjourning, all dressed up in blue... . . “Head first, eyes closed, can't lose!” . . . . . So pluck those price tags off those five year old gloves, and embrace this snow day like a mother's love, cash in all these points you've been saving up, for some forced play today... ...it's just another mandala Monday, made of yogurt pretzels, space mermaids and macrame, and oneironauts with wandermasks running astray... ...don't feel like you need to hold it all in, take the rest of the day off to play... ...between truth and presence, is always a calm place... . . . "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" Mother Teresa |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Oh dear Noah...this is fantastic. So much love and sadness, truth and wisdom in your poem. Really really loved this. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Best I've read of yours in a long, long time, my friend. Wonderful write! jimmy |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Okay, I'm sold on this poem. Ups and downs and around and around but somehow maintaining your fantastic flow of words. If they give you ruled paper write sideways. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
You have ever lost the bit of magic in your writing Enoyed.Jo |
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