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The Prison |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! 
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The Prison On this storm-fevered night... as the flashing light-tongues lick indifferent clouds in an ever-glowering sky, my mind wanders... (behind eyes that flicker and glaze with sorrow) in abstruse meanderings. My heart lies in ashes on life’s cold-stone hearth; and, my soul is just a phantom shade fading in a broken mirror... here...where I stand alone again and lost to the smoke and rain, with nothing but ramshackle dreams and permafrost memories... of the day her love died, and ‘poetry’ became my prison! |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
again a very beautiful piece. I always wonder if you write your poem just in one breath as I read it. it is truly a good one. poem, just like you said here, like a prison to hold a poet and torture him both mentally and physically. One can not escape out without break down something. enjoyed as always |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
So very sad, but painted with such intensity and beauty. Poetry may be the prison into which you withdraw, but it is also the breath which sustains you, comforts you and with which you "pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start all over again" - at least with living with all your senses, albeit without her. Wishing you sunshine on your shoulders - Owl |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
secondhanddreampoet With the pointillism of Seurat you have painted a fine picture. Enjoyed |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
~a sad exhale~ a true artist at work, brushstroking the canvas with empathy for everyone who has loved...and lost |
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