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angel went away |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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I went to bed shivering, Remembering the fly on the microphone. Shining under the light. Unnoticed by the audience -- as my poem. I jumped up in bed, The layer of sheets a flat crumple. At my window, wings beating, Causing the vertical blinds to dance. I moved quickly to the window, Pushed the blinds aside, And there a dark angel Pressed her face against the pane. When she moved back for me to open the window some, Bonedust glowed on the glass. Vines, dust trailed to meet Her roseblood garment of thorns. Her wings were like that of a crow, only darker, Spread out like the night itself absent stars. Her smile was the glint of a knife, her voice The song of a bomb, her fingers The bones of the dead. Her skin was the white moon on a tomb. Her beauty was death. I couldn't move. Why me? I cried. Why so soon? Dark angel, please go away. Her laughter was wind dislodging stones down a hill. Her shape elegant like a poison lily on a poison pond. She leaned into the open window, Suddenly closed her wings behind her, came inside. Pushed me down on top of the bed, Lay against me, enveloping cold. Each kiss was a slit wrist. Each caress a broken bone. Each surge of passion died in tears. Each moment alone froze the clocks' gears. Each time she … she … she. (moon rays then came, i lay unmade, and she was gone again) My dark angel gone like a cobweb in clouds. I went to sleep shivering, thought of a fly Glowing with words from some poem I wrote. It wouldn't leave the microphone no matter how much I blew. It wouldn't leave me alone. It wouldn't leave me with you. [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (edited 06-26-2000).] |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
I'm cold.... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I'M AMAZED .....AWED.....ASTONISHED... most of all grateful... god your just so good at this take care of you for me jm/bs |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I shouldn't smile knowing something I wrote actually chills someone, but I have to admit, it makes me feel good -- not that you're cold, just that my writing has more power than I understand. Thanks, Paula.  Mike |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Butterfly Slippers, Sorry for missing your reply. Don't worry, I'm feeling great. And thanks for your compliment(s).Mike |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I forgot something in my awe ... Bonedust glowed on the glass. Vines, dust trailed to meet Her roseblood garment of thorns. Her wings were like that of a crow, only darker, Spread out like the night itself absent stars. Her smile was the glint of a knife, her voice The song of a bomb, her fingers The bones of the dead. Her skin was the white moon on a tomb. Her beauty was death. I couldn't move. Why me? I cried. Why so soon? Dark angel, please go away. Her laughter was wind dislodging stones down a hill. Her shape elegant like a poison lily on a poison pond --------------- Pushed me down on top of the bed, Lay against me, enveloping cold. Each kiss was a slit wrist. Each caress a broken bone. Each surge of passion died in tears. Each moment alone froze the clocks' gears. Each time she … she … she. (moon rays then came, i lay unmade, and she was gone again) My dark angel gone like a cobweb in clouds. I went to sleep shivering, thought of a fly Glowing with words from some poem I wrote. It wouldn't leave the microphone no matter how much I blew. It wouldn't leave me alone. It wouldn't leave me with you. ---------------------- ok I feel better now...  hope you do to my poetic prophet later-gentle-gator me |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
That is one helluva wingspread she's got there...I believe I've seen her me'self, just t'nite...awesome, Mike... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Glad you enjoyed, S'en. |
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Jamie Member Elite
since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168Blue Heaven |
Poe on acid????..lol very imaginative Good Job |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
bsquirrel, A grand job this one... has a lovely feel to it...muchly enjoyed... regards, sudhir Death, be not proud, though some have called thee, Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; - John Donne |
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