Open Poetry #48 |
Dressed To Kill |
bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Once again, it seems I am somehow wearing the wrong dress for this dream, a frail slip, shoulders, in such a sheer-pink pitch, invites murder into the parlor, as mirrors go dark with regret, un-corseted, I spill through the seams of something so fragile, and mourning after morning I wake from that wild darkness and emerge from inside your heavy shearling coat, powder a black slur at the clavicle, as my throat latches on air, a broken clasp, pales among the muddy mirabilis, we’ve become myth to each other, this milky conscription of hours silky occlusions,threaded crinoline fragments stitched-in rinds of ricepaper and drumlins, and it’s nothing like destiny, here’s a wasp thumb deep in the heart of a pomegranate, her flesh its own brimstone and poppied, though we pull out of the impenetrable the dirtiest bird wings, bathe them in rosewater, then plant them in each other’s bodies, fly, and why only on Thursdays, my eyes night like the sky on the sixth of November, and my name becomes nothing but a revision of origami lilies, though having never known the dirt by feel, yet, learn to root in wind. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
BBBel1e...now thst is a lady I would buy shoes for...kewl poem girl. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Wonderful, and outpouring of the soul here Baby Girl. Such inner feelings and darkness harboring what the dark will harbor. Loved it. ~*~ I gave up feeling guilty just to survive a long time ago ~*~ |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
daddy~ barefoot will do too ~much love XOXO
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Mr. Pat~ Thanks so much for stopping to read through the murk ! Glad you liked it!
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"after morning I wake from that wild darkness and emerge from inside your heavy shearling coat, powder a black slur at the clavicle, as my throat latches on air, a broken clasp, pales among the muddy mirabilis," Superb poetry, BG. The four o'clock hour has its draw backs... Enjoyed the read. 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. |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
JL~ it does indeed! LOL...thanks for checking this out, man...
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
I love the dark edge to this. You paint it very well in nearly surreal imagery. "Un-corseted, I spill through the seams Of something so fragile" I relate well to the feeling dirty though you've never actually touched the dirt part. Shame can be a four letter word in the hands of the wrong people... And they usually bear no shame wrongfully thrusting it unto others. Great write. Michael |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
hey Michael~~~ Thank you for the insightful reply...you hooked right into one of the darkest themes that runs thru this one! xoxo
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
BG, I just get wrapped up in words and I love Michael's response. So cool - from both of you. Alison |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Hey, thanks so much, Alison!
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
I have so missed reading you and you just get better and better... marvelous read! Lee J. |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Thanks so much, LeeJ~*~*~ XOXO
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
I've been missing your writing belle...so back to the top...James |
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