Open Poetry #1 |
~the inspiration gained from nightcaps and moonbeams~ |
Red Letter Member
since 1999-05-24
Posts 85Allentown, PA |
~the inspiration gained from nightcaps and moonbeams~ do you know the treasures that yet lie inside my fingertips, that the choir in my chest might be revealed, the loneliness that punishes within these silent halls? I've curled against the straight edge of a ruler, beneath the frightened sheets of a child, sliding into dementia's vision borrowed from alcohol - strange, the songs that lie between eyelashes floating on pools of precious angels; I lift myself in vulgar resurrection requesting this resolution that my hands might somehow touch, encircle their sorrow, and scratch it down once again. |
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thursdayschild Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 169Houston, Tx. |
Completely beautiful. Love this poem, glad I looked back.... The title pulled me in, and what a wonderful journey through these words. |
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Borrowing dementia from alcohol is really a great line, Red....... |
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Christina Myers Member
since 1999-06-21
Posts 159 |
I got lost in the emotion of this poem... great job at expressing the moment.. and wonderful title... Bravo. Christina |
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jfreak Member
since 1999-06-17
Posts 306Yuma, AZ, USA |
red, it is good to see you. Great poem as always. Jfreak |
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