Open Poetry #12 |
Music from another room. |
aurora rain Member
since 2000-11-15
Posts 90 |
there’s tomorrow at the brim of her yellow hat with its paper wings neon-hearted and warm against windows with their eyes shut and i do not have time today, no sir, for your irreverence, for your charm and i do not have time for your letter and your wooden chair upright with its hands beckoning to open, to push the metal through its wiry veins until the ink bled through the paper onto the skin and all hurt came anew rushing like a spill over a lace tablecloth and i tore it where its holes had not yet begun and i came undone as the stitches tore one by one, the thread unraveling as the yellow hat blew from her head like a photograph out of sight from summer, your evening dream with its candles and pandora’s box kept intact and the porcelain pale and her string of pearls wrapped sideways around the envelope. and still i cannot help but hear the symphonies through walls with their crescendos and staccatos diving backwards into their charm of evening, their fluid notes hung on sky like angels on parade. and if you are my angel on parade i do not know if i can keep you from descending, i do not know the use of these ornamental tones and if your heart should wish it were not so and your eyes were to sing goodbye, i think i could hear it, music from another room, hips swaying and bells cascading and the parlor filling its sides up with the madness of a crowd. and if i could be there. |
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OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
Ohhh I like this, a myriad of images, feelings, sights, sounds and thoughts, disjointed but somehow whole, wonderful piece. Regards, Olias |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This....is very intense. I hope you are ok...., and now I need a breather....wow |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~What a release! This read quickly to me (which helped to push the feeling) and left something behind in me indeed. This write carries weight. *whew* Well done. *Peace. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
AuroraRain~ I'm not sure if I understand the all of this - but I know that I like it. And this - 'and if you are my angel on parade i do not know if i can keep you from descending' just sings to me. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Well...I liked it, not quite sure why but I did. I prescribe...Ritalin. Just kidding. |
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