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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
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The angst is strong with this one. (<-- should be said like darth vader) -Lost and found today- crayon rubbings. holding pictures. kiss the warm, wet ground of flowers. kiss the cemetery tree. kiss me. yesterday turned to tomorrow, forgot finding today's blaze. the trumpets seem so stonely muted. the sun seems a wet glass of glaze. drank from your brimming earth cup, poetry poured verse down lipside. to my trembling anxious hands, washed in poison with each tipping. writing cloud seams to engravings. names to line in someone's song. we found evening muddy primrose. the days are white and lily long. [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (05-06-2002 03:21 PM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Angstful. And I've been that muddy primrose. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I really love the way you write even though I can't understand what you're talking about....I'll catch on someday.....great stuff! |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Always a pleasure, Midnitesun. ethome, I think the best poems are the ones you have to work at for meaning -- kinda like the best records are the ones you put on once and dislike, but then start loving once you get into the grooves. Having said that, it's basically a story about visiting a cemetery, mixed in with lots of flower images and using poetry as an elixir to mourn. It was pretty much inspired by reading a few poems here today, one about just hanging around like "a country bumpkin" and drinking with a friend before they have to go, the other about playing in a cemetery as a child, and, finally, the usual touch of ache, loss and weight that precludes me writing anything. By the way, the trumpets are straight out of Cinco de Mayo, but through a skrim of sadness, as is the sun as a wet glass of glaze. In other words, seen through tears. The final stanza is my attempt at redemption. Kind of saying these names on stone can "line someone else's song," the memories live on, inspiration thrives, and though the evening sky is sometimes muddy primrose, and though pain is white, so are lilies. So there's the spiritual element of this whole thing. Now aren't you glad I write that as verse, rather than convoluted, even-harder-to-understand reply posts?  [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (05-06-2002 03:51 PM).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
I read this earlier, before your explanation..and saw the cemetary, the sadness...I was caught up a bit by the flower images...I guess life is sometimes pretty as well as sad..and even flowers die. Sorry for the long exploration of trying to say...I liked it! |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
the days are white and lily long. Oh, how I love even this one sentence!! Enjoyed this piece. Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Bsquirrel darling boy this is wonderful, truth wisdom and a fabulous reminder to us all. Fabulous writing darling boy and I love it utterly. I’m learning how much we learn and continue to do so, really superb writing darling boy. Deep thoughts and much to ponder on here   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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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
yesterday turned to tomorrow, forgot finding today's blaze. the trumpets seem so stonely muted. the sun seems a wet glass of glaze. drank from your brimming earth cup, poetry poured verse down lipside. to my trembling anxious hands, washed in poison with each tipping. ===================================== another one for my collection of you... these need to be framed and hung in collaged groupings to add color and depth to a room.... waaaay cool |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I'm honored that you all enjoy my rants and raves so much. A nice li'l package of Bad Day tied in pretty purple bows. |
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