Dark Poetry #3 |
Still life -White Cluster (the seventh and last) |
Lethe Junior Member
since 2001-04-10
Posts 36Blackforrest |
WHITE CLUSTER Still it came passing by The pieces weaved together rose the sun And fooled me with another day The knocking message called for my life Sealed the spell of my scrawny body Soil to skin, my next of kin Damp air grasped, stole the words And greeted me with a hiss This is forgiveness, so I know Once I repent I seal the lid I slither for you and I'm dying I find trust in hate They wear white for me Seemingly jaded and lost I forge myself into your dreams And here I am your life Hangman, clutching at his tools I will come for you The noose is tied Murmur through the crowd Plunging into anywhere but here Cloak-captured sighs of relief As the primal touch brought me back And the last sight I did see is still here Beckoning right behind me |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Lethe, interesting poem. I think I need to go back and read the other six so I can follow the thread. Write on Kethry Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life. Patty Hansen. |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
Needless to say that I have all saved to read over and over... thank you for the breath taking ride -Tier |
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Swamp¤Faeryie Member
since 2000-12-04
Posts 393fairyland....of course;) |
I love this one too!! This is genius they all are,have you posted 1-3? i can't find them!! much madness is divinest sense,and much sense the starkest madness~Emily Dickinson |
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