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Christopher
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Purgatorial Incarceration

0 posted 2002-08-05 01:56 AM



The Presence of Glass
©2002 C.G. Ward



we used to sing of purple flowers coveting the warmth
at an opera, culture defined and made-up in lights
on the corner of Seventy-Fifth and Main.
callous we'd grown, blistering tongues on the roof
of a dissertation regarding the dissonance of springtime growths
as they twine through our hair:
Adam and Eve on opening night.

ride on.
ride on.

lost, amidst a sea of unknown faces,
thumping, bumping, grinding in time
with the tempo
of a rhythm
that all hear with a different past.
if we dance, would you watch my feet
as they ripen the crystal to pry it from the ceiling?

she frowns.
her face upside down would be a beauty I could not stand…
steals me, even as I grieve her eyes.

inspiration twinkles some stars in my fist
only to hear her tell me that space isn't enough
to hold the emptiness of withdrawal,
and satellites wouldn't go with her shoes.
instead, she prompts for a gift of silence,
but doesn't really expect a return on that kind of investment.

melting -
the condensation of my drink oozes down thoughts
to puddle the floor beneath stains of a barstool.
a challenge, to make this girl laugh.
no challenge to make her cry.
yet worth every moment of effort,
every bad joke,
just to see a crack in the makeup thinly lining her lips
as thirst rises above the desolation.

she smiles, she smiles,
so I walk away.

© Copyright 2002 C.G. Ward - All Rights Reserved
Elizabeth Cor
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Over the river and through the woods
1 posted 2002-08-05 05:35 AM


you have a right to be proud. loved it.
Severn
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2 posted 2002-08-05 07:29 AM


So, do you consider it finished now?

Just got home from work...shattered...will try try try to look at this properly soon - you know my schedule...bah

first impression - yeah, you do have a right to be proud, some aching lines in there...so let me get to the whole of it when I can think straight lol...

huggles you

K

Janet Marie
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3 posted 2002-08-05 08:48 AM


if we dance, would you watch my feet
as they ripen the crystal to pry it from the ceiling?

she frowns.
her face upside down would be a beauty I could not stand
steals me, even as I grieve her eyes.

inspiration twinkles some stars in my fist
only to hear her tell me that space isn't enough
to hold the emptiness of withdrawal,
and satellites wouldn't go with her shoes.
instead, she prompts for a gift of silence,
but doesn't really expect a return on that kind of investment.


melting -
the condensation of my drink oozes down thoughts
to puddle the floor beneath stains of a barstool.
a challenge, to make this girl laugh.
no challenge to make her cry.
yet worth every moment of effort,
=====================================

Obviously a very personal piece...
impressive and unique imagery, personification and metaphor.
Ya had me from the title


as they ripen the crystal to pry it from the ceiling?

very clever, unique image and metaphor...would love to pick your brain on that one.
Anyone ever tell ya that you write quite well for someone who dont rhyme?

Tell me we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
Ill be captivated, Ill hang from your lips
Instead of the heartache from above

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In Your Poetic Mind
4 posted 2002-08-05 09:31 AM


we used to sing of purple flowers coveting the warmth
at an opera, culture defined and made-up in lights
on the corner of Seventy-Fifth and Main.""

That reminds me of  NY,  in "living color" fantastic!!

that all hear with a different past.
if we dance, would you watch my feet
as they ripen the crystal to pry it from the ceiling?

a different past, wow I have felt that before...even in the dance.....somewhat emotional line there Chris

I have only touched on a few lines, but in all the poem stands well written, with a lot of color...   amazing I tell ya....hugssssss

Lauren~

The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind pretend I am weightless and in this moment I am happy

serenity blaze
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5 posted 2002-08-05 12:51 PM


melting -
the condensation of my drink oozes down thoughts
to puddle the floor beneath stains of a barstool.
a challenge, to make this girl laugh.
no challenge to make her cry.
yet worth every moment of effort,
every bad joke,
just to see a crack in the makeup thinly lining her lips
as thirst rises above the desolation


I love this. Darkly vivid, if that makes any sense. (but the up side of having a reputation for being crazy is that ya don't have to make sense) and I'm going to keep this one for study, if ya don't mind...(giving Nan's workshop on freeverse another try...) I'll be watching you!

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