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bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

0 posted 2002-05-06 01:14 PM

I know why the sun burns midnight.
I know why her eyes tremble marbles.
I know why she hides behind stone trunks,
picking from their reach paper leaves.

She comes out bearing beads and coal.
Obscured time, her warm gold glow.
Jump to the seconds, the heartbeat climb.
Waits for the dawning moon to shine.

I know where her lining unravels.
I know where the petals occlude.
We fall on into our bruised heaven.
The sky seems bluest in black mood.

The shape of these trees makes me hesitate.
A silhouette crow. A reflected puddlescape.
In darkness we find a measure of light.
A candle and a mirror. Girl, hold on tight.

[This message has been edited by bsquirrel (05-06-2002 01:18 PM).]

Duncan
Member Ascendant

since 2001-08-07

Posts 5455

1 posted 2002-05-06 01:18 PM

I know where her lining unravels.
I know where the petals occlude.
We fall on into our bruised heaven.
The sky seems bluest in black mood.

Very cool write. Loved this verse.

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

2 posted 2002-05-06 01:57 PM

This is outstanding. I'm keeping this one, a new gem in a cherished treasure chest. Thanks for the tender imagery.

Nightshade

Member Patricius

since 2001-08-31

Posts 13962
just out of reach

3 posted 2002-05-06 02:26 PM

Awesome!! Chris

Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away.

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

4 posted 2002-05-06 03:56 PM

Thanks, all. It occurred to me right before I sent it that this title must have come from hearing "My Blue Heaven" at some point recently. Probably in my mind.

Glad y' all enjoyed.

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

5 posted 2002-05-06 05:15 PM

I know why the sun burns midnight.
===================================
She comes out bearing beads and coal.
Obscured time, her warm gold glow.
=====================================
I know where her lining unravels.
I know where the petals occlude.
We fall on into our bruised heaven.
The sky seems bluest in black mood.

The shape of these trees makes me hesitate.
A silhouette crow. A reflected puddlescape.
In darkness we find a measure of light.
A candle and a mirror. Girl, hold on tight
===================================

total and complete imagery overdose...
and it ROCKS!!
One can only imagine the colors in your head!

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

6 posted 2002-05-06 06:14 PM

Hey, Butterfly Slippers.

Strangely, when I wrote this poem earlier this weekend, it was a much happier, carefree affair. I even put it in my pocket to write out at work (here 'tis):

--Dropping koans--
I know why the sun burns at midnight.
I know why its shadows bring warm gold.
I know why she hides near marble trunks
with paper leaves,
and comes out bearing beads and coal.
Flaring trees, shining needles.
Lines of light spelling words.
Dropping koans at delight's feet.
Watching for the moon at morn.

-

Things change.

[This message has been edited by bsquirrel (05-06-2002 06:14 PM).]

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

7 posted 2002-05-07 05:42 AM

Enjoyed reading this...James

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

8 posted 2002-05-07 02:08 PM

I thank y'.

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