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bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

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0 posted 2012-01-16 07:09 AM

dear torpor,
dear taper,

your longing dwindles in the rain,
mine echoes its hollow chord,
is too fragile,

my wherewithall is yellow pine,
the dark needs tending
and you won't tell me where you've gone,

I 've a sorrow garden,
flowers that grow wilder each night,

I am the river's cold heart,
receding, I am nothing, really~

dear torpor,
we lived on daisies
and afternoon light in the doldrums,

dear taper,
you loved better than I,

your words abate now,
abandon me on riddled wings,

dearest regret, dearer than I,
the fruit of errancy tastes bitter, doesn't it?

anonymity is not a name, but a lull,
a threshold of nothing but silence,
a sanctuary diminishing. gone blank.

the husk of my life narrows now into a blade~

tomorrow I will pour last night's storm
over my skin, catch it all in every pore,
the rain is grief-thick,

for without you
I am vulgar and uncouth.

Lori Grosser Rhoden
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since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

1 posted 2012-01-16 07:30 AM

Without you I am vulgar and uncouth

BabyGirl this one really grabbed me and I love love love the graphic!

Lori

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

2 posted 2012-01-16 07:36 AM

Thanx Lori~

Glad you like it.

JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

3 posted 2012-01-16 09:31 AM

Well, I can quite understand the torpor/taper concept, they are around to stand in for life when we humans decide to commit pseudo hari kari.

Like Lori, the graphic is asskicking.

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

Dark Stranger
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since 2001-03-19

Posts 13631
West Coast

4 posted 2012-01-16 11:04 AM

babybel1e...you take me to the river so often with your pen..funeral wedding combo with voyeur windows watching.

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

5 posted 2012-01-16 11:26 AM

Mr. Pat....thank you for the insightful comment....lol...glad u liked the pic too!

Xoxo

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

6 posted 2012-01-16 11:27 AM

Why daddy...the river is one of the quickest places to get wet....thanks for letting me take u there...

Xoxo

Nicole
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since 1999-06-23

Posts 1835
Florida

7 posted 2012-01-16 12:12 PM

I am the river's cold heart,
receding, I am nothing, really~

Oy vey...this one got me good.

OwlSA
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since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

8 posted 2012-01-16 01:15 PM

Belle, your intricate, exquisite, multi-layered exposé's are for me a classical ballet, an impressionistic painting, a Greek temple, a treasure-chest, indicative of a mind so interesting that I don't know how you fit it all inside your head.

I always read your poetry in time-frozen slow motion (the way I eat mushrooms, my most favourite food in the world), so as not to miss a single nuance of its beauty.

My favourite, favourite line is:

"I have a sorrow garden"

Owl

JL
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since 2004-04-01

Posts 6128
Texas, USA

9 posted 2012-01-16 02:16 PM

"tomorrow I will pour last night's storm
over my skin, catch it all in every pore,
the rain is grief-thick,

for without you
I am vulgar and uncouth."

Steeped in a very deep emotional
struggle so brilliantly
portrayed in this write.
More than a poet lives in you, girl.
You make even renowned artists work
seem as a second hand store.

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!

Margherita
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since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

10 posted 2012-01-16 04:55 PM

we lived on daisies
and afternoon light in the doldrums,

Such refined poetic language! You possess the art of expressing your somber emotions by holding them to the light .... as in sorrow/garden.

An important work!

Margherita

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

11 posted 2012-01-16 07:31 PM

I so enjoy give and take poetry...
and you gave, and believed
every moment of this...

at least, that is how it is perceived
from my green eyes...

well done, m'friend.

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

12 posted 2012-01-16 08:59 PM

Owl....oh, lady....I am blushing to my core....thank you for such incredible praise and wonderful comments...and omg...I think I love mushrooms as much as you!!!!! ((((Thank you dear poet))))). Xoxo

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

13 posted 2012-01-16 09:02 PM

JL....that would be my demon that haunts just about everything I write ....thank you for the awesome compliments, luv.

Xoxo

bel1e
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Posts 1631

14 posted 2012-01-16 09:03 PM

Thank you, Margharita...this one was a life lesson, for sure....very hard to spill....thanks again!

bel1e
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15 posted 2012-01-16 09:05 PM

Hey there lady sunshine...thanks so much for taking that peek inside....

Xoxo

ebonygirl
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since 2011-07-14

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California U.S.A

16 posted 2012-01-16 10:34 PM

Enjoyed your poem Bel. I feel the truth in it.
Cool picture,
Ms. E

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

17 posted 2012-01-16 10:42 PM

Thanks Ms E~*~*~

OwlSA
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since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

18 posted 2012-01-17 03:13 AM

Smiles, Belle. You know there are people who don't eat mushrooms! And some who don't have poetry in their souls! How do they manage to live, I wonder! How rich is our life (if not our pockets) who do both!

Owl

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

19 posted 2012-01-17 05:25 AM

ha ha ha~~~ amen to that, Owl !!!!!!!

XOXO

Michael

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since 1999-08-13

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California

20 posted 2012-01-17 02:23 PM

Amazing write. Loved the "Dear Torpor" opening.

quote:
anonymity is not a name, but a lull,
a threshold of nothing but silence,

great lines... kind of thrummed to the tune of emptiness being insatiable, yet how can we satiate something that is intangible in it's very essence? Much enjoyed.

Michael

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

21 posted 2012-01-17 02:27 PM

Hey Michael~

Thanks so much for checking this one out!

Alison

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since 2008-01-27

Posts 9318
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!

22 posted 2012-01-18 01:15 AM

I love how your words parade in front of me with such style and grace. Plus, I don't think anyone titles a poem like you do. I have title envy for sure. Baby Girl. your poems read like water - they flow and just slide over my tongue. Love them. Also, I really appreciated that you put the graphic after the poem. I loved the picture and loved that it did not push in front of your poem.

Great job!
A

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

23 posted 2012-01-18 05:54 AM

hey Alison,

thanks so much for the wonderful review!

I'm so pleased you enjoyed this~*~

ice
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since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

24 posted 2012-01-18 10:41 AM

Mind at sloth;
Drips slow, the candles wax
Rain dampens her core,
And puts the fire out.

But flowers widen, sucking in the wet
Petals floating, on swollen rivers of pain..

And yet

Her thoughts are glowing
On the glint-heat edge of knife,
But still she feels the chill of damp.

As

Something holds the maid for ransom
Something long-gone, still has weight.

And parades outside her window-gate;

Where in her vulgar garden

* Priests in black gowns (are) were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars (her) my joys and desires.

*William Blake--(1757-1827)--from "The Garden of Love"

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

25 posted 2012-01-18 11:12 AM

quote:
As

Something holds the maid for ransom
Something long-gone, still has weight.

And parades outside her window-gate;

Where in her vulgar garden

* Priests in black gowns (are) were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars (her) my joys and desires.

*William Blake--(1757-1827)--from "The Garden of Love"

~left me in stunned silence~*~*ice...
Lord, but you took my breath away~~~~

ice
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since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

26 posted 2012-01-18 03:09 PM

I forgot to mention how much I liked the poem...I guess I just floated away on a ship of inspiration..picked up William Blake, and took him along for a short ride..:-)

Namaste

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

27 posted 2012-01-18 03:22 PM

ha ha ha~~~ you can take me along for a ride like that any day, iceman~~~ whew. Those are some deep, insightful eyes, ya got there, poet~*~not to mention...such a steady hand...

Amaryllis
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since 2010-05-20

Posts 1306
Mi now

28 posted 2012-01-18 04:00 PM

More magic, absolutely captivating!

A

bel1e
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since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

29 posted 2012-01-18 04:02 PM

Thanks so much, A~

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