I Grew A Field Of Lilacs For The Sin

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SpitFire
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since 2000-04-19

Posts 2396

0 posted 2001-04-01 05:49 PM

I Grew A Field Of Lilacs For The Sin

I grew a field of lilacs for the sin
and screamed for sliding myself away.
For separation from what came with all the time invested,
and now,...I cannot walk.

When your limbs are aching and weighted
and your pores are seeping red,
what kind of concrete welcome will reach,
what kind of distance will it take?

I grew the field of lilacs for my being in two,
I could tangle together the reasons and carry so well,
that I was secretly famous for the way I could move.
Breezing myself through entranceways -
then stammering up those creaking steps
all crunching and crooked with age.

Somehow afternoons lingered,
they trailed themselves to newspapers
and hid around corners (sharp).
I was fed ugly in seasons, but I spun despite,
through clouds all dusty and mothering.

And if scents can haunt and weather up a mind storm so violent,
that needles seep - then I no longer have a use.
I’d give up a gallon before then, or twist myself so taut I’d snap!
I could be controlling it's history -
in a world so tiny, so intricate and miniature, I'd win.
(with dollhouse rules of course).
And they aren’t allowed to leave, we never were,
but where does it say that anger isn’t a useful tool?
Or that worship never dies?

See I grew the lilacs in the sun one night,
that shone from naked limbs all sore,
and crawled through earth all damp again
to expel my fail and mend ahead -
the words I bled across from you,...
and to feed the reasons pretty
and coat them with the distance,...of two.

[This message has been edited by SpitFire (edited 04-01-2001).]

Lone Wolf
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since 2000-03-16

Posts 5842
Lansing, MI USA

1 posted 2001-04-01 06:00 PM

SF . . . You never cease to amaze me with your writing my friend. I love the analogy of the lilacs and sin. Very creative. I hear a quiet strength building in your words. Keep it up, you will get there!! ~hugs~

LW

Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats

Irish Rose
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since 2000-04-06

Posts 10263

2 posted 2001-04-01 08:00 PM

interesting but I can't see your face!

Kathleen Blake

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

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

3 posted 2001-04-02 07:36 AM

When your limbs are aching and weighted
and your pores are seeping red,
what kind of concrete welcome will reach,
what kind of distance will it take?

I grew the field of lilacs for my being in two,
I could tangle together the reasons and carry so well,
that I was secretly famous for the way I could move.
Breezing myself through entranceways -
then stammering up those creaking steps
all crunching and crooked with age.

Somehow afternoons lingered,
they trailed themselves to newspapers
and hid around corners (sharp).
I was fed ugly in seasons, but I spun despite,
through clouds all dusty and mothering.

And if scents can haunt and weather up a mind storm so violent,
that needles seep - then I no longer have a use.
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See I grew the lilacs in the sun one night,
that shone from naked limbs all sore,
and crawled through earth all damp again
to expel my fail and mend ahead -
the words I bled across from you,...
and to feed the reasons pretty
and coat them with the distance,...of two.
================================
A, the metaphor employ in this is awesome,
as is the imagery ... WOW to the imagery
and the phrasing and analogies have such impact ...

the lines just burn in my chest with intensity...
as well as take my breath away for the honesty of the purge,
and for the things that I can relate to...

"I was fed ugly in seasons, but I spun despite,
through clouds all dusty and mothering."

"And if scents can haunt and weather up a mind storm so violent,
that needles seep - then I no longer have a use."

they do haunt, and can also bring back good memories as well.
Once again I have to say...
what always impresses me with your work is how unique and individual it is...
never a cliche'or worn our phrase...my biggest poetic sin

very cool write A, ... well done groovy poetess of the porch

take care
jm

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~

Sven

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since 1999-11-23

Posts 14937
East Lansing, MI USA

4 posted 2001-04-02 07:12 PM

wow. . . I'm always amazed at the depth of your writing SpitFire. . .

this is excellent. . .

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To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world.

jwesley
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-04-30

Posts 7563
Spring, Texas

5 posted 2001-04-02 07:40 PM

Always loved to see things from you SF...and this is no exception.

jwesley

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

6 posted 2001-04-02 07:55 PM

SpitFire--so intricate and full of emotion..visual, captivating and unusual..not for you, though..excellent writing!!

PoeticaL
Member

since 2001-03-31

Posts 50

7 posted 2001-04-02 08:03 PM

I really enjoyed reading this.

"I'm a junkyard full of false starts....Elliot Smith"

SpitFire
Member Elite

since 2000-04-19

Posts 2396

8 posted 2001-04-08 11:07 PM

~Thank you poets for reading me,...and leaving such wonderful things behind! *Peace, each of you.

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