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My Wife Awake
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My Wife Awake |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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Slight rewrite...... After the first creeping rays scan the meadows with white lightwaves of morning over greensward gliding like a spirit they conquer silhouettes. Without fading and with reckless inspiration they reach the tempered sands and reveal reflections past the glassworks and at last to images made by breath, heaving in dream zones of light slumber. Inside the walls there stands the dark figures where, collecting their jizz, they conspire mystery, illusions of connected conjure. They stretch now and begin to move, so fast they go in crowds, and at last in a brilliant madness - blazing butterscotch swords dissect them into splaying icons round sunlit kins. And always music, playing out of reach, a rooster crowing, cracksman of sweet sleep sifting through dreamland pastures in the mind and flushing out visions of Eldorado. The cockcrow of choice causing bedfellows and soul singers to battle, for the beauty's heart. At last, a murmer, late for morning work, whispers from the crest of the cortex beyond where finally a small embyro of conscious light feathers the flickering lids of life. Then like a coiled spring set free she bolts straight up to - the boondoggle of a button to push, before a smile breaks honey sweet across her face - my wife awake! _________________ The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up spaces of consciousness and resistance; to language oppressions; to re-language historie [This message has been edited by ethome (03-08-2002 02:30 AM).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
they reach the tempered sands and reveal reflections past the glassworks and at last to images made by breath, heaving in dream zones of light slumber. Inside the walls there stands the dark figures where, collecting their jizz, they conspire mystery, illusions of connected conjure. They stretch now and begin to move, so fast they go in crowds, and at last in a brilliant madness - blazing butterscotch swords dissect them into splaying icons round sunlit kins. ==================================== Eric...these are unique and stunning images. So wonderful to see your name here poet pal...I hope all is well with you... I miss you around here  So it seems your saving grace was only saving face, |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
PT darling boy Oh WOW when YOU write you really write, this is utterly utterly fabulous. This is so incredibly outstanding I love it love it love it Too many amazing lines to quote this really is utterly utterly fabulous I’ve read fabulous pieces from you before this is simply stunning. Truly you’ve outdone yourself darling boy.    Love and warm stuff As always Mushy To give light to them that sit in darkness..... to guide our feet into the way of peace Luke 2:79 |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Eric The images in this are outstanding, my friend..and the final lines just made me smile. So good to see you! |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) Awwwwwwwww, this is soooooooo beautifully romantic, sweet friend, I just love the imagery you use in your words and how you always present such a pleasant suprise in the end with a smile! (big hugggsssss) We all love you so much, sweet friend, this is fabulous! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Eric, thank you for sharing!   May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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