Dark Poetry #3 |
One deck later (part 4) |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Judgment: Is that an angel or a sword floating in sky's river? Meeting terminus at its origin. And so begins the cloud's new end. The World: The woman with wands eats her mints, one with the shape of her legs and her body, moving to rhythm, the rhyme of this, onward inward, the spell of that. To finish her dance; become a new fool. To find a new river in float and unspool. Ace of Cups: Oh, her lips, were two silent drops of tears in my eyes, mingled with wine of scent and slow touch, the form of her breath, draught from her cup; what I hoped on this night would find and keep us. Two of Cups: She is a mirror of my star, and I a mirror of hers. Collect reflections to portray more than one alone. And if all be right, if pure is light, the panes will not crack, my rain of night. Three of Cups: My friends! My friends! Lift your cups high! Drink the clear sky! Oh yes, the sun. We frolic in song, even sung wrong, and find a new light in sight of new dawn. My friends! My friends! Lift your cups high! Our hopes gone so high. Together we'll die. So string a new song. We cannot last long. Togetherness nigh, lift them up high! Four of Cups: Leaning against a tree, a cup there full of stones. If stone is black, take her back. If stone is white, remember light. If stone is gray, a brand new day will find you and her there, in sway. Five of Cups: You kicked them over so ago that they have become shadows. Lift the remants, sift the dirt, and see if she is there in shallows. Six of Cups: One gave off sunflowers, a scent of something secret, close. One provided orchids, their fragile forms a mouth of rose. One remembered Aster, the star that fell and colored sea. One, an old disaster that made mirror blooms out of me. One sang of soft cinnamon, within those ferns I drank her sweat. One more gave me tulips so I could kiss her with regret. [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (09-11-2002 04:22 PM).] |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
The World in Judgement, whilst in his Cups. More than a "nice read" squirrel dude. You should be proud of these. ~Ed In reply to "which way do we go?", the answer was never "straight", but, "progressively forward". |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thank you, wranx. I guess the timing of this is more fitting than I thought. Mikey |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
it occurs to me wine-addled brain that what you are doing here is one of the coolest things I've seen I like this better than the dream epic this is HUGE in scope yet you DO IT ess caul DISCIPLINE! sumpin i aints got the BLACK-ack-ack SQUIRREL-el-el of Karo-o-o surp er Tarot *burp* keyunhh-keyunhh-keyunhhh go get 'em flash! Roscoe P. Coltrane |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thank you, brian. Now I have that awful "geet geet geet" in my head. And ... the reason this is coming along nicely, while Diastonene waits in the aisles? The plot has already been written for me. Mike |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
smiling at you---again... sisters three in joyous dance in spite of life they dared a chance to raise the cups in toast of bliss this three of cups is sisters kiss... (guess who has two sisters? and yep, we call that'n the Cathy/Eva/Karen card!) Just thought I'd share that'n...chuckle... loveitloveitloveit... |
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486 |
Great work as always M. Enjoyed much... H. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Sen, Thanks for the verse of thrice dreams and the smile. <-- This one H., Thanks! Mikey |
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smitty-j Member
since 2002-09-13
Posts 72Florida, USA |
I really enjoyed your thoughts...J |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thank you, smitty-j. Post more here. Mike |
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