Open Poetry #8 |
cranberry wood |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
She put an ant in my brain, So I could only hear what I feel what I see With eyes I never opened once in truth. Why are you falling apart? She asked me this with a razor blade Open and resting on my arm. There's an empty building of art in Malibu, I confided to her blade. When you're together, you're apart, the ant said. Thinly sliced on the diagonal. Hurt statue reveals a straw figure Crumbled to cranberry wood. (the … the taste of burst berries, the… their shape, their texture, their sour loving broken noted songs) (she smeared the blood of her and me on her chest on her face on her blade on her skin on her legs on the bed) Stop traveling down unlighted highways, I told her. Stop with your lace-up boots. Music is the background to our soul, the ant said. Chalky light … it's too late at night To be free to be. You can't put Your faith in what went wrong, she spoke. Her shape. Her shadow. Her solitude. The way her eyes, her mouth, her hands. She made me large and small. Large and small, Large and small at the same time. Large and small again. The darkness was dispelled. Cranberry welled Over wooden pores. cranberry wood, light reaching through blue leaves to violet grass, planets growing on stems; save the rings for your neck and fingers, baby; comet tails like fingers trailing over cloud canopies, making the roof, the floor and the door of heaven tinged in fireblades of slowly stained wait. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I have been thinking about this one...the feel of this is detached (at least for me)and either my coffee is not kicking in or the imagery is beyond me as well...(and don't you come snapping after me either, you skittish squirrel...) I liked "she made me large and small..." and many other lines here, sigh...just had trouble linking them together mike...e me to educate me...lol |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
serenity, I'm not asking you -- or anyone -- to understand it (I'm the only one, I think, and only 'cause I wrote it). Just dig the words! Mike |
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