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This Love
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This Love |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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*** Quiet down my heart, I’m confounded. Over the mountains, your trumpets resound too ardently. The echo of your verse submerses me. I beg of you, “Mercy!” My eardrums are bursting nervously. enough! enough! enough of this! Enough of this love! *** This love is outrageous, I rage. Without patience, I rip open (my cage) my ribcage, and whistling, tear my heart to pieces. It’s ripe,-- on each piece, her initials are inscribed. And senseless, my eyes wander endlessly from N to T. Submerged in thought, destiny pensively, traces the road from New York to Toronto with a pencil. *** Answer me, “Is it in you?” If your answer is “no,” whisper tenderly, rip through my sinew softly and go. If the answer is “yes,” caress me but once with its stress and leave me breathless... ...yes! ...do ...leave me deathless. Answer me, “Is this love in you?” *** I grow tense, “Say it!” Silence ascends skyward with a prayer. Bottomless puddles (those are your eyes) reflect boundless skies. This love is beguiling, smiling, it hides behind the corner of life’s corridor and behind that corner, there’s a coroner. *** I feel like a foreigner, I don’t belong here. What is this that I crawl on, -- all this fluff, a cloud? “That is my shroud.” Almighty, I was buried alive in this love. There’s been a mistake, I was taken to paradise, because she paralyzed me with her eyes. It’s too crowded here and oddly, I miss my body. “All right then... awake!” *** I fall through the air carelessly, and awake somewhere on a bus near Albany, someone is calling me... shaking me impatiently. “Dear sir, I must check your ticket.” Enough! just take it. “Reason for your vacation?” love... “Destination?” near her... *** Reflect me with affection tenderly, perfect my identity. Listen, mirror, can you hear me? Hear my heartbeat? I need her... I need her near me. Hear my plea, you are my icon. Tell me, will she like me? will she admire me? “not likely.” ...Liar! *** The heart is drained and the ink hasn't dried yet. Pull the shades lower. It's private, don't look over my shoulder. Too late to hide it, it's spilling, it's brimming over the sink. In wild convulsions, it surges, it floods the buildings, the schools, the churches, the squares, the courtyards and Eden's orchards. I can't contain it, this love is gorgeous! Check out my poetry here: |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Mercy.... what a many faceted image you paint here... some very clever word play and progressive image work... My only suggestion would be to tighten it a bit so that one with the normal attention span of a TV commercial could read and enjoy..  Impressed with the style..and form a good read |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
Quite the "journey" -- one I've traveled before, so I can appreciate all the "scenery" with which you have reminded me. Did she ever find out how far you've come and how far you'd go to be "near her"? Very imaginative and pleasantly abstract write. -MVS "When you tell the Truth, you never have to remember what you just said." |
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Kevin
since 1999-11-02
Posts 729Torrington, Ct, Usa |
hey bro, you rock -your biggest fan- toronto aint that far  |
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Blue December New Member
since 2001-07-19
Posts 5 |
Your poem captivated me...I read it twice, not stopping either time...it possesses a very lovely flow. I enjoy. There is no grand design that limits what we can be, or guarentees it coming. |
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