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Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods 
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I wish I could say that I felt the stirring growth of loss… each stab rough in my viscera, as the flower climbed the ladder of my ribs, pierced my stomach, strained its bulbous head through my virginal aorta; that I felt the acid gong of aftershock when the bud exploded from my crown in a mushroom of yellow: the ringing an almost liquid push in my veins: drinking the blood into its invisible stomach devouring without excrement; swallow and vanish the meal like magik. It would seem appropriate… …to notice that change: from syrupy red to sour urinal amber; …to reel at the flesh torn to holes; felt the spasmodic ache of the stem wriggling upwards as I thumbed you out in sticky layers of comfort; … a quick inhale as the stalk bears down, spreading roots, segmenting me. How the formidable strain should sag my neck: heavy cumulous cloud of denial: zephyr flashing golden teeth. Perhaps I am like cement; solid, grey, dogmatic… footpath old & unawares… that denies the implications of cracking, of the circumfusion and splitting of myself… (of the smooth surface of false security) assuring in my steady slow reality that something as weak as weeds (that bend to air, wither with frost) will never conquer. will never survive. will never break through and divide me open. That one day you will pluck them from my core and smooth me over with new, hard granular skin. Believing that your fingerprints (still warm, the outline tingling on my casing) is territorial marking, primal tattoo… that your scent, wiped against my grain, somehow states: mine. that I am not residual and in need of repair, left without the possession of even your shadow [This message has been edited by Elizabeth Cor (04-04-2002 11:13 AM).] |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
I feel like I'm late for class on the first day...Incredible! |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
I can't believe that this incredible poem has gotten only one reply other than my own! You have amazing talent, Corrine. *smiles* ~Tier |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
nothing to say yet...hey, you know where I am chicky... K |
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Jamie Member Elite
since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168Blue Heaven |
I would be mean since you like the abuse- but depsite the inauspicious ( to me only prolly )beginning-- satpsyche  JThere is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar. |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
I wanted you to know that I saw this, and I'm still digesting. shh |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
most interesting thing i've read in a looong time |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
your work is extremely complex and interesting....this needs read and studied more.....very nice work |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
A poetic piece to study, and more...I cannot be mean [see constructive critique encouragement] about something that is so intense, and intensely personal... |
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Jamie Member Elite
since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168Blue Heaven |
I thought of this poem as I was working in the yard today...( spraying dandelions with roundup ).... hugs J |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Interesting...what is this about...James |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
I'm sitting here giggling at Jamie's response...which really got me to thinking: Wouldn't it be nice if there really was such a thing, as some kind of universal Roundup for situations like this. Buh-Bye weeds, hello new growth! New addition to SID. heh SHH Nic [This message has been edited by Nicole (04-05-2002 12:15 PM).] |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
thus describes the circumference of peripheral misconceptions sheltered beneath a veneer of emotive honesty. reading is far more impactive than an aural rendition (which, while not as powerful, is still quite nice). going through this, i find a lot of what i used to see reemerging... is that for real, or a phase? who knows, asking you to ask yourself is the purpose, i guess. very good. though not your best, the honesty within, coupled with the completion of a singular "concept" make this well up on the list. hugs C |
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Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods |
thank you each... for the replies or ones to come... and even then, if they don't, for the digesting... C -- thank you for the time you took on this one. I mistake candor for dismissal... honesty for indifference... when the reply is questioning instead of overtly warm. You give and go unappreciated; not your doing... I'm just shortsighted and too self-entwined. I'm sorry, not for sake of forgiveness... just that I haven't done any better. |
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Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods |
p.s. Tiersdin, who's Corrine? |
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