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howpeculiar Member
since 2000-12-12
Posts 56 |
the corporeal goddess: birthed from polished paper that suddenly held the life of mountains in August (beside my faerie stream, with the ferns and wrist-thick moss): if I respire the dust of my room and close my eyes I taste, instead… snow under sunlight slanted through pine boughs (who sigh age, aching). the brook glazed silver-slick, and underneath, the worker chestnut tan of my father folding river stones to smooth in ribbon stumble. butterfly capture: beauty thin and flightless struck with a polished pin through an insect heart. Instead, the primordial layers of animal breath collapsed beneath my feet. woods magic. imagine the aura trapped-in-photograph of this Venus If -- by placing her face and tender shoulder to the surface of the page -- I have envisioned the verve to my tributary refuge whose splinter melodically imbedded in my heart has strength enough to transform one garage (transmuted to bedroom) into a pixie-playground with my musing… she has my age my hair my reverence. is it fanatical to worship skin and curl of hip? to see her skin-dressed in a chair and taste the tears glaze my bottom lip? She is nothing of a tiny mouthfuls of facts and interviews (molded into the creases of my brain just to watch again the tilt of her chin in actual motion, the velvet of her voice, compassion radiance around each of her gentle pupils) combine to the profile of innocence, vitality, the female wisdom of 2,000 years… child to my aesthetic desires, mother of my lineage; she is the idol of my choosing, for her simplicity for her ethereal splendor: mortal and divine. Her eyes hold my ancestry, my physical aspiration, more soul than I will see for years on the streets of my country; and as much as can come from disconnected conversations through the gaze of photographs (sweet and somehow real) … my love |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
howpeculiar? INDEED. You have the same remarkable gift of imagery...shall I quote? grin..I shall: "the corporeal goddess" three words and you set the tone. And? ALL OF THIS. she has my age my hair my reverence. is it fanatical to worship skin and curl of hip? to see her skin-dressed in a chair and taste the tears glaze my bottom lip? She is nothing of a tiny mouthfuls of facts and interviews (molded into the creases of my brain just to watch again the tilt of her chin in actual motion, the velvet of her voice, compassion radiance around each of her gentle pupils) combine to the profile of innocence, vitality, the female wisdom of 2,000 years… child to my aesthetic desires, mother of my lineage; she is the idol of my choosing, for her simplicity for her ethereal splendor: mortal and divine. YEP. (sweet and somehow real.) Totally fabulous. |
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howpeculiar Member
since 2000-12-12
Posts 56 |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
excellent writing! how peculiar that i haven't read you yet...hehe... welcome to the forums and i'll look forward to reading more... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
WOW!! awesome imagery and use of of metaphor very cool and unique vocabulary choices excellent writing When to the sessions of sweet silent thought, I summon up remembrance of things past ... I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought. ~Shakespeare~ |
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