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Elizabeth Cor
Senior Member

since 2000-10-13

Posts 879
Over the river and through the woods

0 posted 2002-10-28 03:03 AM

there is always the hope for it
that the sickness has tuckered out
its bones scattered along the tubing canals
(spongy and hollow, how electricity
might sensate a womb of wire)
like some pitiful brute creation finally run to death
by the pacing echo of a Minotaur

  but more often, i seem to carry the bones,
sprinting into walls, rabbiting from the charivari
of its footfalls and eager grunts
  tittering hysteria, aware i am mad-dashing from
private manifestation…  the symbolic mirror
of my very own special cerebral infection

   good god, what tricks of light
are speared through the eyes of the newcomers?
who trust their instincts of discovery
   will actually make mention of the beauty of my soul
before the unraveling begins

  horror more tangibly hideous
than The Island of Lotos,
where drugs & glamour cater delusion ~
vanquished upon detection ~ the victim fleeing
in appalled liberation
  from sweet, silver mendacity

no, here, the veils are obscurities
but existent;
lacerated through silk:muslin middle, wrappings springing free to reveal

    the grey, bent body & weak, stealing claws
     rolling wetness of beseeching eyes
   my pathetic shuffling,
    the weakness, greediness and stench
   the moans of martyrdom

  gossamer strips still cling, snapping ends frantic for escape
like the bloodied wings of angels stitched heavily to demons
  beauty grievously flawed, painfully unnatural
derisory cosmetics for the spiritually wretched

[This message has been edited by Elizabeth Cor (10-28-2002 07:35 AM).]

wranx
Member Elite

since 2002-06-07

Posts 3689
Moved from a shack to a barn

1 posted 2002-10-28 08:27 AM

In the same vein as before, (both in read and response) it would seem that I DID see what I thought I saw.

I believe that some things within have been illuminated by your introspections, far earlier than for most. [your third decade is no place for such weight, or at least an unusual place for this awareness.( maddening, ain't it?)]

But, what do I know?

Ed

Marge Tindal

Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

2 posted 2002-10-28 07:54 PM

Elizabeth~
I was most taken by this write ~

'good god, what tricks of light
are speared through the eyes of the newcomers?
who trust their instincts of discovery
will actually make mention of the beauty of my soul
before the unraveling begins'

Mesmerizing thoughts~
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
noles1@totcon.com

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

3 posted 2002-11-04 03:14 PM

Strangely, this reminded me of a particular moment of Metallica's "Welcome Home (Sanitarium)" which goes "The mirror stares back hard. Kill, it's such a friendly word. It seems my only way for reaching out again."

I have no idea why.

brian sites
Senior Member

since 2002-06-25

Posts 1475
usa

4 posted 2002-11-05 02:58 AM

I can hear the mind race in this
a mind no 23 year old should own
you have a dangerous talent, Megan
Heaven help the reader
who reads you 10-20 years from now
when you
sharpen
with
the
time

Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

5 posted 2002-11-05 10:39 AM

in the turmoil and in the understanding of the insights..you continue to write with depth and unique voice. Some say you write older than your years, but I think you write with an understanding of your years and an ability to express what many can not. I just dropped by to read a bit..and have only made it here...as I read, then read again...pondering and amazed...

Local Parasite

Member Elite

since 2001-11-05

Posts 2527
Transylconia, Winnipeg

6 posted 2002-11-23 01:33 AM

Frighteningly beautiful, Ms Cor... this is the kind of dark, disturbing writing that makes me feel feeble. The imagery was literally terrifying, definitely something intimidating. This poem towered over me and glared.

Wonderful writing, although it was a little difficult to understand, because of the amount of metaphor used. Still enjoyed this a great deal, and will be sure to read from you again in the future.

Parasite

Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.
~Aldous Huxley

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

7 posted 2002-12-18 02:23 PM

You live in words!

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