When Diamonds Are Forever (redux 2)

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icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

0 posted 2016-02-14 12:48 PM

The sky is pink this dawn,
a fitting start I think
too realized,
the very air we breathe
will batter it to blue
in just a few degrees;
maybe this color is diluted
from startled threads of ache
still flashing red
reflected
from deep inside my brain,
as if raw color by itself
is trying to explode my head;

when I was young
I used to think I mattered in the world,
and would look for portents,
omens,
any day's predictors
scattered at each dawn,
like reading tea leaves for tomorrow
or puzzling over entrails
drawn out from a day gone by,
a day I may have sacrificed
to stand upon its bones
to reach the sky,
or at least to grasp the fetal edge
of yet another day.

No more do I share prophecies,
except as party tricks
and as guidance for fools
who think it helps if they die rich;
I squandered energy the way the sun consumes itself,
the way I redistributed wealth
in my own private sort of class war
never realizing
there would come a time
when I would have not
more than all I have.

Today is Valentine's Day.
Saint Valentine's festival of foolishness,
Valentine the pagan,
Valentine the pederast,
Valentine the twisted monk,
tortured in his cell
for drawing obscene imagery in sacred texts,
now abstract and known so well,
yet back then almost had him burned alive,
today we cast it into candy
as we strive to weave seduction
into one of pride's little acquisitions,
little murders of the soul;

Valentine,
I am so glad your stylized heart
doesn't look like mine;
I've seen the images in stone,
carved by hands long turned to dust,
before you were compelled
by holy orders to adjust the meaning
of your scratches and atone
for your own petty soft abominations.

You must have lived more than once,
and needed time beyond one life,
to resolve agonies of harrowed soul
that plagued your thoughts and left us with this very strange holiday
of sorts and torts and fantasies
that supports candy stores and jewelers,
and caves where Hallmark cards
are sold like dispensations
to hopeful masses wishing for redemption,
for living
in a world where skies can turn to blue.

©2008, 2010, 2011, 2014, 2015, 2016 by icebox

DaysofView
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since 2014-04-01

Posts 433
Just A Slice Of The Pie

1 posted 2016-02-14 08:23 PM

I guess its true what you say in your poem but there is still some fun in this world if we get rid of all the hidden meanings people want to know about. Just have fun with it icebox! You look awful cold icebox. If I could I would send you a valentine to warm you up some!

If I were more than I am, I'd see things differently instead of the same all the time.

BluesSerenade
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since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

2 posted 2016-02-14 08:38 PM

Your poetry is rich, beyond my comprehension at times. I found myself stuck on every word rewinding in slow motion, I saw my past and assorted reflections in the mirrors of my mind. Your poetry stirs my soul in every way

Wonderful bittersweetness.

ice
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since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

3 posted 2016-02-15 06:21 AM

Best take on the "holliday" theme that I've seen here..

Complex, yes, but fits the subject.

applause!

"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance."
Carl Sandburg

icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

4 posted 2016-02-15 10:51 AM

Thank you all for your time and for your comments.

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

5 posted 2016-02-24 04:47 AM

I always learn something from your poetry, Charly. What more could I ask for.
Ida

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