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Siren Song
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Siren Song |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631
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Dream is 1/6 of prophecy. and the New Year’s a hinge of molten silver upon the gallows where darker angels hang nightmare, 3 broken promises and sunflowers swing before the spring shatters your heart, O what desperate god holds these barren minuets in its fists, like a shard, a fragment, an afterthought, our someday child unclasps rigid cicada wings to cover the trinity of watermarks, gravel, dust, grieves for the hush, the blur, the burr before the haphazard cruelty of shears at the nape, cuts my perfect plait, and I begin to erase the mistake of the Tarot’s paper destinies, all rain swept, our fairytales bear their cryptic answers in italics and its milky 4/4 time, snaps shut, suddenly windmills tilt sideways, a vague ellipse of limbs, for who can say what the body is capable of? What dark swimming, lies within? elsewhere, there’s a flowering, a quiet scythe slits the un-cut bulbs into homesick and immaculate darkness, cobwebs have spun cocoons around these moments, an upside down moon tunnels its light like a bluemilk river beneath the floorboards, what gentle trappings sweat and moan? and who can say the water doesn’t sing to my body, like something lost, cling to my body like salt membranes, a-thickening, or that in French, the word for rain, isn’t so terribly far from, to cry.  |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
Such beautiful, fey writing. I never grow tired of reading you. This is evocative of barely-there hope, greening from despair. Watery, moist, gorgeous. Amaryllis |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Amaryllis...thank you for the warm reply ~ |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Amaryllis spoke for me, and I'm happy she did because I was at a loss what to say about this gem. It so stunned me I once again came up blank. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways ~*~ |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Thank you Mr. Pat....I'm so pleased u enjoyed reading this....mermaids have always held the most beautiful, fragile and dark mysteries for me... |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
I could never tire of your imagery... And the darkness is immaculate, isn't it? Another beautiful rendering. Michael |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Thank you, Michael~*~darkness it is certainly immaculate! XOXO |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
BBBel1e..I often wondered if it was the women singing or if it was the lonely stones they used as thrones, that made that sound of hollow die. enjoyed you river girl |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Dark, dark daddy~ an intersting observation...though I like to think that the siren song is created by something tender and alive...and not by something as cold and harsh and unchanging as stone...the song of the Sirens call men to abandon themselves, to hurl into the deep, to sprout wings, to transform, to die to self and emerge into a new form with new knowledge and understanding...the journey though through that...might kill you...LOL...here's to ~*~hoping ~*~ ~gentle thanks for the eyes, darkness~*~ |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Your poems all seem like siren songs to Odysseus, tied to the mast-- Or perhaps, naiada, you call out tales that rise in mists above fresh water... Salt, or fresh-when I read I remove the wax, and blinders At your songs, I crash my mindship into the rocks. Have mercy on this mortal.......:-) |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
My brave iceman~ methinks...you carry your own deep protections...and can easily turn the tides with your mighty heart..so no wax, no rope need bind you to safety...especially not from the likes of me... :::warm and careful amber eyes::: XOXO |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"like something lost, cling to my body like salt membranes, a-thickening, or that in French, the word for rain, isn’t so terribly far from, to cry." BG, nice soft flowing embrace within your words, that last verse so true. Add a little progressive jazz to this and you could call it a chardonnay. Enjoyed.... No, really! 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! |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
JL~ you're a doll~ Thanks for checking this one out, glad u liked it  XOXO |
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