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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Dispatch? Oh send the thin letters on their way They are too much a shadow to harbor between them meanings And I, in an evolving space of white, no, more the grey that seeps in Till edges have become the dulled senses of pasted newsprint Instead of script that came from epistolary remembrances Traded in the cage of ribs or tendered as small scribe Upon the collar bone, Am molting in a let of feathered dyslexia Away? The distance it seems now takes the hour’s hands To pinion behind the back of day; hostage still To a messenger who lost his way while on leg the capsule caught Some errant wind, or the thorn of locus and is now stranded In a small café, where laughter and the sip of wine Is sweet on such a hot and humid day It matters not the code or the length between The second vertebrae and the tongue if emaciated tones Are all that endure from such exchange of verbs And if nouns are but the object of dreams that in kindness Are allowed but will never sum in thickened lines Of you Chagrined, a stilted letter arrives at no emancipated word While the old man young still but of demented punctuation Wears his cardboard sign proclaiming to all Repent? He cries to no one’s eyes in thin Black letters scribbled on his chest I wonder now Should we dispatch the rest and then retire to eat With dignity involved or simply dine upon the ground? Regards, Jackson |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
there is a hot red streak in this letter that sears the soul, Chief~*~ It is always, always a journey with you~*~ xoxoxox |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
thanks for the eyes Ma'am... we will see if there is a #2 to follow, or if the journey is as short as memory seems to be these days... always appriciate your comments. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
can visualize slayer playing a reverb'd amazing grace on the velvet green patio of a monastery while a mason wasp builds the new wings of a cathedral next door...but then I am wearing my 4-D glasses always a treat to know your windshield amigo |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
An obscure idea that prompted this... just substitute and english officer in Europe, take your pick which of the dust ups... your 4D glasses tell a better story, mind if I borrow them or at least tell me where I might purloin a pair? thanks for the read Dark... always appreciated |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Enjoyed reading this for the third time, each time reading more into this. By mentioning an English officer in your last response, I understand this much differently than I did initially. a very interesting write and wording. These lines intrigued me right away: Dispatch? Oh send the thin letters on their way They are too much a shadow to harbor between them meanings And I, in an evolving space of white, no, more the grey that seeps in Till edges have become the dulled senses of pasted newsprint |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Thanks for the look see Misc.... I didn't want to give away too much or bind this in a time or place....an event or even a single thought... My response about the english officer, meant only to help put into context, since upon re-reading it... I see how obscure to the original thought it was. But..then again... I wanted it to play to several thoughts and levels when I wrote it.. appreciate the eyes...and the so very kind words... |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
I wish I could write obscurely... Only can I do that when something is bothering me, and rarely these days, do I have enough time to figure out what bothers! Blessed! But I do appreciate poetry that doesn't tell it all. That's real poetry! where a reader can make what of it they imagine; Have a good day,\ misce' |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
ma'am, I never wrote a line of real poetry in my life.. I just scribble ... stay cool... that at least is the challenge around these parts of late.. hope your day goes well. |
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