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bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

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0 posted 2012-01-05 07:17 AM

At times,
the body cannot abide
its loneliness,
that old gray mare,
hoards its fading wilderness
in a windowsill of herbs, frost, again
brittles the grass darkens the reckless bud,
and Wednesday is held beneath the ruinous mantle of dusk,

ain’t what she used to be,
vellum leaves lit like lanterns, red
ivy climbing onto the far wall,
there are traces of a wingspan
at the peripherals of night outside my window,
streaks of ash and moonflower hang
across a splintered trellis,

perennials curl with evening primrose,
nocturnal, exposed, the body,
an old gray mare in disguise,
often resents its cage,
limits its intake of nougat,
and must be coaxed through the doorway,

ain’t what she used to be,
ain’t what she used to be,

I will be here until morning,
for the garden needs tending,
Hosta blooms slightly
under the canopy of your arms
there is a surf of blackwater,
and these vague fevers recede
into the body’s gray feathers,

my scarred and eager palms
till rigid rows,
but solely on paper does my garden grow,
and for all the dark moments
when I am draped in silence,
I give you roses

as so many smaller throats
collapse into limp bouquets,
and spill soundless as pink stamens
asleep, the flesh in its own fire
and poppied, pities the glass
and its distance from the sill.

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JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

1 posted 2012-01-05 07:36 AM

The old gray mare may not be what she used to be, but she is probably better at many things than she used to me. Poetry fer instance.

Where outside your window streaks of ash and moonflower hang, on paper they come alive for the poet and the reader.

Nice work.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

2 posted 2012-01-05 07:53 AM

(((Thank you))) Mr. Pat !!!!

Dark Stranger
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since 2001-03-19

Posts 13631
West Coast

3 posted 2012-01-05 07:59 AM

BBBel1e...you use a can opener to remove tattoos...then you lick the scar with your pretty lipstick on...I knew you would write of flowers often....enjoyed you

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

4 posted 2012-01-05 08:23 AM

Thanks for the eyes, Darkness~*~*~*~

XOXO

ice
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since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

5 posted 2012-01-05 08:37 AM

In a battle with self-- shines above her
The glint of steel, worn thin by years..
"ain't what she used to be"
No, and well so...intelligence can be arousing:
To prove she swings the gray excalibur

*"Two warriors have run one into the other; their weapons
Have splashed the air with glimmers and with blood.
This game, this clink of iron is the din
Of youth preyed upon by keening love."

Alas, moonlight, at midnight
All colors fade to fine texture
Bouquets of Hosta, lilac kind
That lose fragrance
When dawn is waxing bright..

"under the canopy of your arms
there is a surf of blackwater,
and these vague fevers recede
into the body’s gray feathers,.."

*"—This gulch, this is hell, with our friends it is peopled!
Roll in it without remorse, inhuman amazon
So that the ardor of hatred is never gone."

Judgments of the world, she murders
Her swung sword of gray, streaks, and they
"collapse into limp bouquets"
But still, at close to weep-- mirrored
The silver flashes back the threads of gray
...and she
" pities the glass
and its distance from the sill."

* From "Duellum" by Charles Baudelaire

Egads! I forgot to apply my grecian formula this morning...

Must have gotten too envolved in this poem to remember....:-)

[This message has been edited by ice (01-05-2012 09:21 AM).]

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

6 posted 2012-01-05 11:46 AM

~*~*~omg~*~*~ I was completely mesmerized by your reply, iceman....and then cracked up laughing at your close~*~*~

(((thank you))) for such an awesome response to my rambling heart....say? Haven't we met somewhere ....before?

That you put up with me at all is a wonderment...and a blessing ~*~

ice
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since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

7 posted 2012-01-05 02:51 PM

bel1e
Glad you liked what I wrote.
I have been a member here since 2003, I see your pip birthday was in 2006..I was gone from here for several years, just returned in 2010.

As I can't send you an e-mail, I will ask you here..Do you have any uncomfortable feelings about me replying to poems of yours with an answering "kind of" poem as I have posted above?

If you do please e-mail me, or answer here..

I am not, in any way trying to steal your thunder.

Its just that I have poets torrets, and sometime I just blurt out words that somehow coagulate into a some what poem in my replies..

[This message has been edited by ice (01-05-2012 04:44 PM).]

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

8 posted 2012-01-05 05:50 PM

My dear ice man....you will find me to be a very laid back and playful sort...I am absolutely delighted to bring out your poetry torrets! Please, please, please do not ever hesitate to respond to my lunacy with poetry...or even greater lunacy! Bring it, man...my lightning and your thunder? What? We can take over the world! LOL

& u can email me anytime:

Belladonna.dream(at)gmail.com

Write-on

Xoxo

[This message has been edited by bel1e (01-06-2012 08:24 AM).]

hoot_owl_rn
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since 1999-07-05

Posts 10750
Glen Hope, PA USA

9 posted 2012-01-06 02:14 PM

great imagery in this piece

I am nothing special...and my name will soon be forgotten,but I've loved another with all my heart and soul,and to me,this has always been enough.~N.S

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

10 posted 2012-01-06 02:26 PM

thanks for checking this out, hoot~*~

Nicole
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since 1999-06-23

Posts 1835
Florida

11 posted 2012-01-06 10:44 PM

Girl, you had me at the first three lines... sigh

Margherita
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since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

12 posted 2012-01-07 05:51 AM

quote:
my scarred and eager palms
till rigid rows,
but solely on paper does my garden grow,
and for all the dark moments
when I am draped in silence,
I give you roses

To read you gives me goosebumps of linquistic pleasure (... and makes me aware of my limits!).

You are pure and wild inspiration!

Margherita

bel1e
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13 posted 2012-01-07 10:11 AM

Nicole~~~

thanks for the sigh!!!!!!

XOXO

bel1e
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14 posted 2012-01-07 10:11 AM

Margherita~

Thank you for the awesome reply!!!!

XOXO

Michael

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since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

15 posted 2012-01-11 05:18 PM

quote:
as so many smaller throats
collapse into limp bouquets,
and spill soundless as pink stamens

You have quite the touch. Loved that.

Michael

JL
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since 2004-04-01

Posts 6128
Texas, USA

16 posted 2012-01-11 09:08 PM

"perennials curl with evening primrose,
nocturnal, exposed, the body,
an old gray mare in disguise,
often resents its cage,
limits its intake of nougat,
and must be coaxed through the doorway,

ain’t what she used to be,
ain’t what she used to be,"

Your poetry is very expressive and exotic.
Brain-food of a different sort.
Very enjoyable to the taste.

JL

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

17 posted 2012-01-11 09:45 PM

Hey JL~thanks for taking that bite! LOL

XOXO

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

18 posted 2012-01-11 09:46 PM

Thank you, Michael!!!!!

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