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Faith |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
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Faith is the quicksilver essence of lush, heady blossoms crushed into atoms of twilight, Faith has drained me of belief, poured through the soles of my feet, Faith shifts like dust, as fragile, this sorrow lingers like sleep that won't leave the body, betwixt the axis of memory and image, faith is the paperbag I breathe into when air is scarce, the presence of holes has always seemd...inconsequential, I've always taught myself to ignore misplaced light, when I close my eyes, gumdrops taste like poppies, and I am convinced, where I spit, a field will bloom, red is a born-again color, but in rain, paper fabrics bleed, it's hard not to get discouraged, on down days, my tongue turns to mud, pungent as regret, you don't know what it's like to go fallow, and still this sorrow lingers like sleep that won't ever leave the body, a dory slips downstream, bellwethering for the swans, the river, all watercolor, and hope is in the blackgrass, afraid to move. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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ah~~~ now I'm not even sure why I bother to scribble ma'am.... I read your words and know why I try.... but also know the measure of my own.... blackgrass and hope.... quite the mix ma'am |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
thanks for the peek, Chief~ it's always a pleasure to read your poems, as well~ xoxoxoxoxox |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
when I close my eyes, gumdrops taste like poppies, and I am convinced, where I spit, a field will bloom, red is a born-again color, but in rain, paper fabrics bleed, it's hard not to get discouraged, on down days, my tongue turns to mud, pungent as regret, you don't know what it's like to go fallow, love these lines...for reasons of my own.... just back to read again.. :-) |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
that is probably the crux of the thought process in this poem  Thanks for the re-read, love~ xoxoxoxox |
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