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SpitFire
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0 posted 2001-04-07 05:56 PM


The Ocean's Only Cry

I placed a match to paper strewn, to pages old and torn ,
and curling limbs (which are never sure) rest against the flame,
testing strength and breathing through, what samples leaked instead.

Chances are the night was born for teasing images - dancing,
for answers out of reach and seeing.
We could burn this place and all it’s love
and never win the war, or simply ask for seconds
if only seconds were allowed.

We sang through all the circles, we tore ourselves the same.
But still the weather’s asked too much and wishing only cries,
it only weakens me in ways I can’t afford.
I would of talked about an aeroplane or the miles in-between,
and here’s been lost a thousand times and bleeding animals - scream.

They carry on with secrets sworn and eventually let go,
how were you to know? - How was any of this alive to you,
if hands were always empty or clenched so tight they whitened?

I gathered burning yesterday wouldn’t really do,
so I walked along the empty shores in hours - alone from you.
I could have kicked my way through ashes tumbling
in shadow of every step, but instead I turned and looked inside
the ocean’s only cry, and filled myself with cancers running  -
completely unwilling,...to die.

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Sven
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1 posted 2001-04-07 05:59 PM


SpitFire, you constantly amaze me with the images that you show in your writing. . .

superb. . .  

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Janet Marie
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2 posted 2001-04-07 06:24 PM


I placed a match to paper strewn, to pages old and torn ,
and curling limbs (which are never sure) rest against the flame,
==============================

Chances are the night was born for teasing images - dancing,
for answers out of reach and seeing.
We could burn this place and all it’s love
and never win the war, or simply ask for seconds
if only seconds were allowed.

We sang through all the circles, we tore ourselves the same.
=========================

They carry on with secrets sworn and eventually let go,
how were you to know? - How was any of this alive to you,
if hands were always empty or clenched so tight they whitened?

I gathered burning yesterday wouldn’t really do,
so I walked along the empty shores in hours - alone from you.
I could have kicked my way through ashes tumbling
in shadow of every step, but instead I turned and looked inside
the ocean’s only cry, and filled myself with cancers running  -
completely unwilling,...to die.
=============================

I only say this to a small number of poets I deem more brilliant than my small mind can conceive...
"oh how i wish to walk thru your poetic mind barefoot"  

the depth and imagery are equaled by the intensity of the expression.
Your work is often like a diary page that we know we're not supposed to be reading...
but we just cant stop, even when caught.
very very cool write A.

It's such a clever innocence with which you show myself to me
As if you know how it feels to never be who you wanted to be
~jackson browne~

nakdthoughts
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Between the Lines
3 posted 2001-04-07 06:41 PM


Chances are the night was born for teasing images - dancing,
for answers out of reach and seeing.
We could burn this place and all it’s love
and never win the war, or simply ask for seconds
if only seconds were allowed.

you are a wonderful writer..I enjoyed this

~Wynter

"The worst prison would be a closed heart".
...Pope John Paul II



Irish Rose
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4 posted 2001-04-07 08:03 PM


Oh how I love the ocean - yes I've walked this lonely shore, oh My, I loved this
and by the way thank you for your reply on my post, of course you can print anything I write, I'm honored, I loved the images you portrayed in this.

Kathleen Blake

"When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass,
and the sun drips honey."
Laurie Lee

[This message has been edited by Irish Rose (edited 04-07-2001).]

Auguste
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By the sea
5 posted 2001-04-07 09:10 PM


SpitFire,

This is an incredible piece of writing with great imagery.  I much enjoyed this.  Thank you.

Michael

Proust-
"Love is space and time measured by the heart"

Lone Wolf
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6 posted 2001-04-07 10:44 PM


There you go again, A.  Very deep writing here my friend.  You have quite a talent for conveying just the right image.  Awesome write, you.  ~smile and hug~  Keep it up.  I am loving this.  

All writing comes
by the grace of God.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Butterflies_dont_cry
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7 posted 2001-04-08 06:54 AM


I read this through several times...and each
read brought me deeper and deeper into this
poem...fantastic writing...the level of
emotion, imagery and pure poetic talent are
awesome...your gift is evident...thank you
for sharing it here...with all of us~

serenity blaze
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8 posted 2001-04-09 12:46 PM


I gathered burning yesterday wouldn’t really do,
so I walked along the empty shores in hours - alone from you.
I could have kicked my way through ashes tumbling
in shadow of every step, but instead I turned and looked inside
the ocean’s only cry, and filled myself with cancers running  -
completely unwilling,...to die.

This is fantastic. If that does not perfectly describe the ache of separation and lonliness, then what is this awful feeling I have while reading? Speaking of stabbing imagery!   Totally stunning.

Saunni
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9 posted 2001-04-09 06:58 PM


Oh, this is beyond great!! Just so good! I loved this and I agree...you are very talented.  

Sauni

Sauni :)
Have you ever known the color grey when the nighttime finds you weak
I have, I've walked that road each time; that's where my angel sleeps

Brad Majors
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10 posted 2001-04-09 07:06 PM


Wow. Its ahrd to find words to say. This piece is simply amazing and make the rest of us feel merely hacks in the presence of such talent!  
insect
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11 posted 2001-04-10 12:34 PM


This is Fire of Fire Fire!
VAS
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12 posted 2001-04-10 12:47 PM


Extremly powerful images, poignant story.
serenity blaze
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13 posted 2001-04-10 06:00 AM


Came back for a re-read...and? love it more! love the meter, and internal rhyme and the assonance just gave it a little oom-pa! (like it needed it!) This one is a treasure of pain...should I do an evil grin? naw... you KNOW that's a compliment! love you, and this work especially spoke to me..thank you!
Nan
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14 posted 2001-04-10 07:31 AM


A 'Paragon' of virtue, my friend... I'm picturing you strolling along that introspective beach... Nicely done...
Dark Angel
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15 posted 2001-05-27 08:33 PM


sighhh,
another superb piece of writing.

excellent, excellent!
I'm with Serenity, "stabbing imagery" indeed!

Maree  

[This message has been edited by Dark Angel (edited 05-27-2001).]

Watersign6
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16 posted 2001-05-28 08:19 PM


oh how great is this one,love it so much  
Dark Angel
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17 posted 2002-04-18 06:33 PM


I gathered burning yesterday wouldn’t really do,
so I walked along the empty shores in hours - alone from you.
I could have kicked my way through ashes tumbling
in shadow of every step, but instead I turned and looked inside
the ocean’s only cry, and filled myself with cancers running  -
completely unwilling,...to die.


I want to write like you Alicia
this is achingly beautiful and I'm in awe of your talent, still.  




Maree

[This message has been edited by Dark Angel (04-18-2002 06:33 PM).]

Janet Marie
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18 posted 2004-08-04 07:42 AM


I wanna write like this when my muse grows up.
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