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| Open Poetry #46 |
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Chart 4 Ligatures of Dawn |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Waking from dreams is the grate of fingernail Upon smooth slate and I shivered unconsciously Unable to embrace the connection of light and day In such a way I could read or reproduce the glyph It formed along the lines I began to write With the rustle of clothes and the sound of water To splash upon my face The knock upon my door was faint And I knew without opening it my companion Would be standing the other side Dressed in jacket and fine woolen suit Waiting for me to rise “Yes?” I asked as I leaned towards the mirror and closed my eyes, trying once again to capture some moment of dream before it left me to the charts and words I knew would be today She came to me… the words she had spoken The ones holding me to dreams this morn “Break fast my g’man” my companion called “We’ll eat in the library if it pleases you” ‘Yes, of course” I replied and added “I’ll be right down” I heard her whisper The moon is all love and murder, judgment, the perennial raid of conscience, a battery of light opens like a snow-blossom in the downward drift of death, Once, you held me in your arms all night, like a sled into the void signed your name along my back, lassoes of Indian ink wrapped around knots of bone; secrets written in magenta trawls of nails over skin, blackberries raised along their scarlet vines, remembering… now, wherever I turn, burn the golden cymbals of judgment, summoning forth the torturers of light~ Falling into the words I remembered how I Had not always been the best of hope Or the fairest of demanding with my own ghosts Haunting the center of my mind Some images always came to what I could not write The knock again…and I opened my eyes To look in the mirror at the sweat that beaded Upon my forehead “Hurry m’friend, or it will all be cold” he chuckled as I heard him gift me with the sound of steps receding down the hall I reached to the mirror and touched her face Looking as it was at me with a sadness of eyes And a resignation of rabbit holes and decks of cards Of madness and of jokes of tea and of parties Never held in an ever land of dreams And for a moment once again I felt the joined vowels The way some syllables and words could touch Uniquely along the curves And for moments and ampersands Be inclusive My lips whispered softly without thinking Always~~~ & |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
~adoring eyes~ XOXOX |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Thanks ma'am... you've seen these all before.. but thank you for looking in.... |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
I enjoy how the hallway sucks the intrusive sounds that would break into this dream...I know you don't say that, but it is felt...like there is a moat of empty outside ..a pleasure to read |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Thanks Sir... it was intended that there be a feeling of isolation, even as the intrusive sounds and the inevitable "knock" truly appreciate your eyes, and a humble thanks |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
would you please publish? i would buy 2 of everything one to read and one to keep |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
ah~~ well my thoughts on publishing haven't changed I am afraid... 1. I have never believed I was good enough to publish 2. Why have ot buy it when you can read it for free here But you kindness..and the thought the words are enjoyed... is enough ma'am |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Some images always came to what I could not write ~*~ Came, and continue to come along... It's always good, in your writings. Got the email, but my reply to you bounced back...addy no good? |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
**clears her throat** ~begging to differ re your thoughts about publishing~ i'll say no more >  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Thanks Ms Sun... glad you found something to enjoy... try the message thing again. I updated an e-mail addy. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Ms Belle... I know you and I disagree on the subject... and I always appreciate your confidence. Thank you little one |
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