Poetic Haven |
The Death of Sanctuary |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Gates closed. Bills posted. Reasons listed: Glass and pens. Broken jars of jet black sunshine. shapes of shadows swallowing shadows in the shallows. The sky is choking. Where's its throat? Must dislodge that fluffy distance. Storms go down hell. Rain, empty gates. Bills tear the wind. Wet lover soaks burned ivy walls. A clambor over. Sweep the dust into hoppers, bins and pockets, beds and rugs and by the door and through the air until these words lose their smell in smoke, the small of rain. We hung a mobile to these talents. Now they drip greasy oil, blackest blood from unused tints. Wish we hadn't made this trouble. Glass pens float away. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
(laughing)... sorry...the dramatic images and tone used...so fit the passion one sees in everything you write...and it is as if the anger of this not being the place it could be was just more than you could bottle up inside.. Mikey... I check here everyday..and the forum may have a few or no posts. I read, reply to what I am qualified to reply to..and watch the place just slowly cover with dust... then..along comes one of the regulars or semi regulars to be me exact..and a few rods again pop up and a bit of dust is scattered... it is all a cycle and all a frustrating bore at times.... but it is here, and when someone does come in, turn the lights on..it shines for a moment like a short run play on broadway... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, Ron. Glad you got front-row seats for the show. |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
Terrific. It's terrible, the state of our wonderful sanctuary, isn't it? You write so well of desolation, Mike, I really admire your talent for dark poetry. The simplicity of the words you used, and the fact that you so isolated them and kept them powerful in a singular sense made the imagery impeccable and powerful. This is how zero-context poetry is supposed to be... an assortment of words that draws a definite picture. I much like yours. Very dark and dreary, so bleak that it makes me grin. The sanctuary will be all well, Mike. It is not the popular stop, but we must remember that it is our haven, and for this reason, it will never be popular. It is our small community within a large community, our exclusive club... keeping us all safe from the rain. And I, for one, shall always be here. Parasite It's amazing the effect ice can have on the world. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks for the read, Parasite. Oh, believe me, desolate writing is my one true talent. Thanks for understanding this bit of a tirade. Mikey |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Like poetry, death is not always what it seems. Perhaps a nap was all that was needed? |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Yum, icy slumber. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Smiling at this one. I'm one of those asleep at the wheel some nights, and forget to come into this cozy room. I need to reset my alarm clock, to be reminded to wake up in this forum mofre often. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks for poppin' in, 12 a.m. solar ball. Mikey |
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