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Staring at my reflection in spoons -- duet between Kaoru and me
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Staring at my reflection in spoons -- duet between Kaoru and me |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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I sometimes stare at myself in spoons. Milk and flakes, a bended face, calm and low as a bowl. Fade out, pallid reflection, I don't remember you. Changing as modesty does in infection, I am humble in spilling this warmth. I collect words in my napkin. And they spill out here. Somewhat crumpled and stained on, they still are what I made. Somewhat reflective on my faulty creations, I love them all the same as if they were perfect beings. Untainted is not beauty, and not what I seek. I expect something imperfection would adore. The light in the window, rising through the pines, trains my sight on the table. Littered with cups, chairs pushed away. A study in negative spaces. In time, I seperate myself from light, I realize I am a different entity. Still captured by the presence of creature. A howl in the rise of the sun. Touching the light, only makes shadow, and a sliver of light upon me. The warmth is variable, but the sting is always there..crushing me, proving to me, that I am weak. That I am not the sun, nor will I ever be, just like a dove will not be splattered with paint of black.. It's in this light that I scrape back from the table, gather my used utensils to me, and bring them to the sink. Sometimes I stop to wonder whose smoothed, creaseless hands are washing the flatware. I feel the water on my fingers, running down my hand, collecting in my palm, glinting off the spoons' smooth slopes. Whose hands are these? Whose mind is this that speaks in riddles, and grinds up wilting answers? What eye is this that sees the aura of a dying rose, what mouth is it that screams the vicious, tender bleak world? Not victorious, but steady in hand, prepared to lose all.. The water is like sacrifice, wanting, needing to run.. in consistant pattern, no matching droplet. As stain in my palm's life line. Where must it fault itself? Where must it be to taint its own freedom, to give ..and do nothing but? It's only a matter of time before the answers hide again. If ever there were answers in this early morning tiredness, face reflected in the pane. Staring out and washing up. Eyes meeting eyes, hands brushing crumbs, wet and sopping, down the drain. |
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pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence |
breathless, oxygen please... |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) Yay! Afternoons and coffee spoons perhaps would serve better to get a good reception I suppose, given the sun is at its pinnacle! (big group hug) God Bless You Both, sweet friend, I love this duet, we all love you both so much! You have such beautiful hearts, sweet Michael and Meghan, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you both! Love, Noah Eaton I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
I'm gonna start calling you guys m&m. that way if your late for a discussion I'll be like "wheres m&m?"" seriously you guys go together like ketchup and frenchfries. or are the calling them freedomfries now?  grr....more please. What about China? Have you seen the Great Wall? |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
I do that too. I stare at my reflection in spoons sometimes, or in doorknobs. It's kind of weird, isn't it? How it ends up all twisted around and everything. You carried the concept of a reflection delightfully far, especially into the water trickling down into the drain. That had to be my favourite part. I adore the evolution of this poem... it's unlike most of your work, Mike, which focuses on something static. Looks like Kaoru came upon and breathed the notion of time into your imagery. The result is a beautiful poem that makes fun of how I think... heh... if that makes sense? You guys work well together... judging by this poem. Glad I got the chance to read it. Parasite Faith is a fine invention |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Glad you all enjoyed. I am so tired right now, that I can't form anything coherent. So read the poem again, and that will be my response.  |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Now that the dishes are done? Very very nice. A great blend here. Way too good to be where I found it...Needs a good bumping! |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
yawns..the..innbsoommniablah... Cya next week mikey What about China? Have you seen the Great Wall? |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
OMG I knew this would be stunning....both of you what a write...so many wonderful lines and images in this....and I LOVE the opening stanza!! yeaaaaa Lauren~ |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
ironically eating a bowl of corn pops as i read this..mmmm pops..did you know they're made with the goodness of corn? What does that mean..the goodness of corn..are other vegetables evil..i know cauliflower and asparagus are..i'm rambling aren't I? they're kicking in now yes..take them with food yes..yessss |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Mikey and Meg? this is THE best piece I have read in a very long time what a mixing , My God you took me there . . . sat me down tapped your fingers upon my brain matter forcing me to look at the white and grey The both of you are amazing truly I am in awe . . . Somewhat crumpled and stained on, they still are what I made. YES . . . indeed xxoo as for the staring, try a XMAS ornament *smile* [This message has been edited by littlewing (10-14-2003 11:01 PM).] |
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