Open Poetry #15 |
The mockingbird's song |
poetsguild Member
since 2001-08-12
Posts 85Florida |
The mockingbird’s song all through the night he warbles as I set out for visions lightening my being drifting amidst the cumuli he sings a wandering lyric chiseling its tune upon my throat in an elegant rasp the birdsong weaving a dream lifting me above dissolving cirrus raining down upon myself prisoner of ecstacy vagary writhing on the edge of nothingness be still there is no stigmata though demons gambol around my bed and angels sob they take their turns with me rowing upstream a temporal fugitive the manacles’ clattering chain affixed to corporeal ballast chafe my wrists and ankles meddle with my horizons the key beyond my reach pull me back onto the flatness of this world the dead thump of my return does not disturb the mockingbird [This message has been edited by poetsguild (edited 08-26-2001).] |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
quite a number of strong images here...your message would need much study for this reader to ascertain, me thinks...it seems very deep and enigmatic |
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Suetang Member Ascendant
since 2001-03-07
Posts 5187Melbourne, Australia |
Such wonderful images were portrayed through your words. The title of this poem attracted me as my favourite movie of all time is "To Kill A Mockingbird". Take care......Sue Suetang |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
PoetsGuild~ I enjoyed this read~ 'angels sob they take their turns with me rowing upstream' That is a tender and touching thought to me~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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poetsguild Member
since 2001-08-12
Posts 85Florida |
Thanks for the comments - VAS, Suetang, and Marge. Glad you found something to appreciate in this bit of surreality. |
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