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Of Dusk and Darkness
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Of Dusk and Darkness |
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Elyse Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 414Apex (think raleigh) NC |
The lip of the precipice kisses my toes as I scrutinize its depths Before me yawns the gaping darkness. The sunset scribbles colors madly, to lure my eye toward its bright temptation But I probe the heavnes for the source of that howling. I mingle my own with the coyote's howling singing pain and anger for wasted kisses, Carnal submission to electric temptation How eagerly I dove to new depths of passion. Excitement and danger and fumbling madly breeds broken promises in sweaty darkness. A throbbing resonates up from the darkness As the wind breathes its soul into our throaty howling which ebbs to tranquility then crescendoes madly Spitting back all my emotionless kisses stored and preserved in its infinite depths Scorning my meek embracement of temptation. Now, staring down, rises new temptation the Siren song of unexplored darkness. My quivering soul begs releif from this howling so I kneel and dip my toe in, testing the cool depths. Who has not dreamed of Death's blue kisses and woken chilled, bolt upright, screaming madly Images and voices in my head swirl madly frantically searching to resist temptation settling on memory of soulful kisses and softness and love in tender darkness. But sweet memory shatters as frigid howling calls forth black sentinels who step from cruel depths Their marching sounds of crumbling, thrusting me into the depths I claw the side for toehold madly rejoicing for this jagged rock. here the timbre of the howling tears me between two temptaitions opting, bathed in perfect darkness for Earthly or for Astral kisses And my ears drip crimson from the desperate howling so madly I search the sensual darkness for guidance as I slip towards the heart of its depths. Do I contradict myself? Very well then . . . . I contradict myself; I am large . . . . I contain multitudes. -Papa Walt |
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Forrest Cain Member
since 2000-04-21
Posts 306Chas.,W.V. USA |
Elyse I hope this is just a passing melancholy for you. Or a bad date. Even though very well written it made me afraid for you. You have a very special ability to communicate emotion and we need that. Let me tell you about death If I were God their would be no hell but I wouldn`t have created an earth either where people suffer and are afraid and lonley. Your life is not your own it belongs to those you love and to those who love you. And I know your poet family cares about you. Of course your probally just teasing and you should take it as a compliment that you can elicit this much emotion from me. As always your biggest fan and friend forrest . [This message has been edited by Forrest Cain (edited 05-07-2000).] |
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Marq Member
since 1999-10-18
Posts 222 |
I am in awe of anyone who has the courage to even attempt a Sestina, let alone write one that's actually good. Well done! |
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Elyse Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 414Apex (think raleigh) NC |
aw forrest, you're so sweet to be that way, but really, thats not neccessary. you neednt be afraid for me, id never do anything like what you seem to be suggesting. but hey, time for happy thoughts  thanx marq! i really dig setinas and always wanted to do one. this is the first i ever did, i was so excited that it came out so good Do I contradict myself? Very well then . . . . I contradict myself; I am large . . . . I contain multitudes. -Papa Walt |
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