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Elizabeth Cor
Senior Member

since 2000-10-13

Posts 879
Over the river and through the woods

0 posted 2002-07-11 07:56 AM

i awoke
2am exactly

the wind a song of vampires,
zephyrs thick like water eddy over
the skin

and i answered the call to wander
inside the warmth and shadows

touch a bare
mind to this
worry of mine for awhile

and you may know only
the exaggerated face,
enormous metaphors
and extravagant language

to place against
what drives or inspires
or moves

but if you think
i can
fill my endless
leaves of paper
with any careless infatuation
or focus

how sorely mistaken

there is power,
a compulsion cum might
which may not ever touch
the
fleshy bands of heart
beneath another chest

but know, how rare
the stirring

to write, to fall from dreams

and trace the long lines of
sleeping streets
in and out of obscurity

both for the pull of a weight
(curled like a child to every thought,
clasping, breathing softly)
that seems to mix in my blood
until simple existence itself is heavy

heavy, but not cruel

imaginings
stretched against the sky,
i thumb out
Venus,
reach as though my hands will
prick the tiny star
like a needle,
same as my feet lead me home:
subliminal yearn
for a space where i will find you

this ache is pure,
without remorse or
the bleaching defeat of
a relationship broken

the feel of
something good gone
but not lost

not lost, but feeling as far
from my touch
as the dust of stars overhead

again, with you,
i have earned a new emotion:
grief.

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

1 posted 2002-07-11 09:20 AM

but know, how rare
the stirring

to write, to fall from dreams

===========================
this ache is pure,
without remorse or
the bleaching defeat of
a relationship broken

the feel of
something good gone
but not lost

not lost, but feeling as far
from my touch
as the dust of stars overhead

again, with you,
i have earned a new emotion:
grief.
=====================================

and it will be your new muse too..that is inevitable ... but so very very necessary...
(part of the process) ... in light of our conversation, one verse in this beautiful outpouring spoke to me...

the feel of
something good gone
but not lost

never lost...not so long as we touch the "traces left behind."
This (grief) may be " new to you" ... but in your own words...by your own words...
I know you already understand.
heart-hugs dear poetess.
jm

Elizabeth Cor
Senior Member

since 2000-10-13

Posts 879
Over the river and through the woods

2 posted 2002-07-24 03:38 AM

jm... hi. you know that letter that's in my inbox that's still waiting on a reply? yep. its' remembered often lol... and I don't know if I'm ever going to come up with something I find "suitable" to say... but when the words come (even inadequate ramblings) I'll send them...

~smile~ thank you for rushing in and giving this quiet little night-poem your attention... and let me say that I'm tenderly impressed by your constant genuine nature and warmth to each poet here... hugs, back & thanks ever so much... you are one of few that make this a great place to be, know that.

Temptress

Moderator

Member Rara Avis

since 1999-06-15

Posts 7136
Mobile, AL

3 posted 2002-09-01 11:56 PM

Just why the hell is this at the bottom I wonder.

You know...this spoke to me..LOUDLY and this particular part jumped out at me mostly because I identify with some part of it somehow or another and because its all damn good writing anyways.

"...both for the pull of a weight
(curled like a child to every thought,
clasping, breathing softly)
that seems to mix in my blood
until simple existence itself is heavy..."

Damn! You do this well.
'

"

"two hearts will build the foundation for one point of light
a duet done with passion"

excerpt from "I Love You"

serenity blaze
Member Empyrean

since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

4 posted 2002-09-02 12:02 PM

I wanted to highlight every line of this---o m'lady, where have you been?

Thanks Jenn, for throwing this one in my oblivious face.

Reading this was like running my fingers through silken thought.

Extraordinary.

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

5 posted 2002-09-02 09:24 AM

to write, to fall from dreams

~*~

Elizabeth, your critique encourages your readers to "be mean". I have a hard time with being mean. It's just not in me.

If you don't mind, I will just say that this particular line touched me, and stands alone.

Thanks!

bsquirrel