Open Poetry #19 |
War |
SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
War is bleeding and I am just a color fading in shadow, once a thunder under the sea. I don't want to watch from the inside of glass - pretty palettes protecting me, when cobblestone calls crying an ager and the slick, black green moss spread even neutralizes the glare. War is bleeding! And I am an arm of grief, solid, cast in statue - refrained, bent stiff and fragile aching while whistles and wishes pluck naked so field mice can define the sigh. See red is the screen, over load too real - to turn a head away, deny. Though facing begs for layers torn, then ragged flesh revealed and light. And I know what bleeding war can bring - I fear what I do not and so, I am just a color fading, just a thought and wanting, true. |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Your writing always amazes me. So much depth, so many layers. Scuse me while I go back for another read of this one. If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(big hugggsssssss) This is sooooooo emotionally powerful, sweet friend, I too believe we all have wars with ourselves too when we try to grow and develop our love and compassion, and we peel like ythe layers of an onion until finally we form a perfecr shape of the heart we dream to hold close! (sigh) This is wonderful, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
What an excellent piece of writing, and the power of your summation was incredible... "And I know what bleeding war can bring - I fear what I do not and so, I am just a color fading, just a thought and wanting, true." I really enjoyed this, thanks for sharing it. The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives. |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Wow, excellent and meaningful write. Peace, you. Sandra |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
quote: I know. . . I wish that I didn't either. . . peace my friend. . . always. . . -------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Hugs A. War is bleeding! And I am an arm of grief, solid, cast in statue - refrained, bent stiff and fragile aching while whistles and wishes pluck naked so field mice can define the sigh. I really enjoyed this hon. Maree |
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mirror man Senior Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 814 |
Excellent description of all those feelings war brings out. Very good. |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
yes war is bleeding red, and when corpses lose their red, they do look pale, don't they! well done |
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