Open Poetry #12 |
Abeyance |
aurora rain Member
since 2000-11-15
Posts 90 |
your heart is sprawled upon the chair in its abeyance this evening, in its cessation to float to alone if its seclusion is only half-spent tonight and if i am not worth the nickels and dimes spent on your call to arms if i am unable to heighten your experience to the extent that you’re wishing you were somewhere else tonight, i don’t know why i’ll still hold steadfast to that sail and if you could look at us now. look at us now— a box with a glassy black frame and its roof of canvas plateau’d over the center of the universe, its edges steep and a haven below, its sky metallic and its voices soft and its paper letters hanging by a caution of the wind i do not wish to refrain from holding onto and why i’m still holding on i do not know, perhaps it is the promise of a new day or if i need my heartstrings stretched to ache, then this will work them out if i’m accustomed to pain for the longest time only to have it taken from me and to long for its fulfillment, its need and then to reshape itself into accepting beautiful then this will work them out but if i need the perspective from another angle today the causation for return, arrival, departure and if i decide i need more today, more when i’m nothing to something so far from my reach if i need to hold on today and i cannot if i need to stretch to ache today then this will work them out and i’ll let go. i’ll have to let go. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I think I shall come back to read this again....because I believe in the morning light, I will get yet again a different perspective....thank you... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
your heart is sprawled upon the chair in its abeyance this evening, in its cessation to float to alone if its seclusion is only half-spent tonight and if i am not worth the nickels and dimes spent on your call to arms if i am unable to heighten your experience to the extent that you’re wishing you were somewhere else tonight, i don’t know why i’ll still hold steadfast to that sail and if you could look at us now. look at us now— a box with a glassy black frame and its roof of canvas plateau’d over the center of the universe, its edges steep and a haven below, its sky metallic and its voices soft and its paper letters hanging by a caution of the wind i do not wish to refrain from holding onto and why i’m still holding on i do not know, perhaps it is the promise of a new day or if i need my heartstrings stretched to ache, then this will work them out if i’m accustomed to pain for the longest time only to have it taken from me and to long for its fulfillment, its need ============== this is outstanding writing the vocabulary choices ... the imagery... and the sheer evoke of the emotions. excellent in its depth of expression very very well done... a very cool poem and yes...like Sun...one that I will read again to absorb and enjoy. Where the touch of the lover ends And the soul of the friend begins There's a need to be separate and a need to be one And a struggle neither wins |
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aurora rain Member
since 2000-11-15
Posts 90 |
thanks. |
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