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A Shattering Shift in the Spaces Between
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A Shattering Shift in the Spaces Between |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow 
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My mouth full of air I blew you out like a birthday candle, and put you away for the next year. Yes, I will save you my dear, I will save you for later when your taste is yet bitter and clear, I will hold you away and let you stay so quiet and no one will hear. You are travelling time, trying to change the past, trying to make everything disappear and reappear into something that doesn't hurt, but only in time are things destroyed and taken for granted, like my love is paper in the rain. I've lost it all, I know, or it is just that I can't remember where I placed it. Or that after years of pretending I could not listen, it became silent or forgot how to be loud. But I can smell the salt, and the stagnant tears, my fingers roll over the wet like pearls. For moments I feel badly about it all, the pounding fists and the abyssmal arguements, and the tension in my muscles still crawling still with no where to go, or to turn. What good is all this forgiveness, if you tell me it is what you want and I comply? It sits like dust on inanimate things, and means so little without my wanting, my hands stay dirty, hungering for solace, wandering for warmth in dark places. All this gold swept away and forgotten, all the riches in the world destroyed, so that we could feel unhappy and ashamed. So that we could say goodbyes un-named, it cannot be summer without the sun, or the flowers cannot bloom without shade, content in the meanderings of yesterdays, it lies dormant in the shifts. Yes, my dear, I will save you.. save you for another time, another life another woman another eye. I will hold you far and wide from my body, as it ages from death and rebirth. I will touch you with nevers and watch as your soul shatters and gives way to the Earth. The stars beckon me now with memory's filth, tinged with fire and hope, for water and solitude mixed with the dirt, the smell of ember life crawling my spine. And this is the past, so alone, that I harbored and sailed upon me. How do you define worth? Is it the burdens we bear, is it the listless moments of awkward silence we inflict? Like knives adjacent with silk strands of heart. The calmness is holding me still, for I, the maiden, hold the blade and you I promised, my dear, I will save... for the next wrathful vengeance, for the apocolyptic reverie, for the sacrificial lamb. Close your hands now, love, you hold many names...and I above will capture you with a mask of longing. And you will always hope to be saved. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Meg, it's been far too long since I've read you and still after all this time, I am in awe of your ability to lay it on the line, to REACH the reader.... this rocks hon, and oh, so deep it cuts too. As always ma'am, a pleasure to read you. Hugs n peace ~D "In yearning for nothing, you will be free to enjoy what you do, free to see the patterns, free to hear the music in all things." |
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Bloodline Member
since 2009-05-23
Posts 236Oklahoma |
"My fingers roll over the wet like pearls." Oh how I know this, was an unveiling to read and a pleasure to look in it's mirror Bloodline |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"It sits like dust on inanimate things" OMG, but this write is unbelievable Meghan. You are pure poetry, line after line touches the core of the heart in ways few can ever do. Into my growing Kaoru library. |
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Heart2Heart Senior Member
since 2009-05-15
Posts 738Scotland/Norway |
Enchanting poesy, so dreamy and beautifully written. Heart2Heart |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms K...you do chinese food colors with worm dirt earthy in your works...this is a very kewl prozac autopsy..enjoyed it lady |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
To me, Stanzas 9 & 10 kinda took off on a tangent and add nothing to the piece, actually they are kinda like a bump in the road, obscuring the smoothness of the rest. The rest; absolutely wonderful my friend and the first stanza --- perfection. I re-read it several times...just couldn't get enough. j. |
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viking_metal Senior Member
since 2007-02-02
Posts 1337In a Jeep, Minnesota. |
My Dear Kaoru... Once again, to keep from receiving any chastising emails from the pip lords, no swearing... You are flocking wicked with these intelligent lines of yours. "Sits like dust on inanimate objects" Mallard ducking ridiculous. This is some hot chardonnay. If anybody tells you otherwise, Tell them you know a guy that knows a guy. His name is Paul. On a key change, I think you need a weekend with a hammock and a six-pack. Sounds like you're trying too hard.  I'm buying.  -P Everyone deserves to be loved, even you. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
What good is all this forgiveness, if you tell me it is what you want and I comply? It sits like dust on inanimate things, and means so little without my wanting, To read your work is to live every line... and you always make it worth the bleed... Fantastic!! |
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unboundpoetess Member
since 2008-05-24
Posts 477 |
My god You absolutely bleed on paper. I worship at your pen, you know. H |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Geez woman, you sure know how to grab your readers and hold them down. I love your grasp and raw talent...I swear, I practically race to the end of your poems so I can breathe. so good, Kaoru~ |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Your poetry is as excellent as your wisdom. Hang in there. You deserve better than he is. Owl |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: An amazing piece of introspective poetry, dear Kaoru. Love, Margherita  |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Meghan, What a write - you wove the words and feelings like silk. So fine and so strong. I am poetry envious at the moment. Alison |
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aujussy wolf
since 2003-08-09
Posts 1215Michigan |
"Close your hands now, love, you hold many names...and I above will capture you with a mask of longing" wow!, still writing awesome poetry i see In his mantle gray he walked one day across a shining floor and with crystal key in secrecy he opened an ivory door -J.R.R. Tolkien(T.Bombadil-the adv |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
a very interesting write that was a pleasure to read...captivating thoughts...applause & bouquets...brava...brava |
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OldPoet Member
since 2009-06-30
Posts 112The Left Coast |
I can only offer one accolade. I wish I had written this. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
...SAVED!!!  Please consider me quoting every blessed brilliant line in this poem, as my favourite. You are an outstanding writer. Reading your poetry is like peeling back the petals of a lotus blossom to get to the heart of the matter ~ and you.Sending love and a warm hug your way, Linda  |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
amazing poetry! This touched and captivated me as much as anything I've read. Wow!!! What a talent you have! miscellanea |
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