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Stone, soil, dust, flowers
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Stone, soil, dust, flowers |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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I want this to mean more than a piece of stone. I want this to mean more than shovelfuls of soil. I want this to mean more than poems in the dust. I want this to mean more than water-hungry flowers. I want the sky to open up, each cloud storm traced in gold. I want the sea to darken down and swallow salt the coast. I want her to feel safe again, to never be alone. Damn it. Will this ever mean more than nameless stone? Faceless browning mountains, filthy hands to sky. Why won't they cry? Empty roads full of cars, pavement gray as eyes. Why won't they sigh? Church steeples shadow pierce still and solemn bones. Why won't they lie? Words of calming fall and break across these nameless stones. I watched them die. I want the sky to open up and trace me down in snow. Each fragile crystal whisper will know more than I know. I want the sea to go away. A sea of eyes and stones. I guess someday this will mean more to let it go. A new face of morning, filthy beauty sky. I close my eyes. Empty roads full of sound tremble touch the ground. I close my eyes. Steep gates fall and break upon the furthest hill. And then they're still. Veiled clouds of windy dust write out words in time. They are not mine. [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (08-13-2002 01:01 PM).] |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Mikey...you did it. You sent the rain! Bless you! |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Words of calming fall and break across these nameless stones. I watched them die. This and the first verse stuck dry in my throat. Amazingly full of emotion yet void of any power to influence. Damn, Mike...I'm impressed! |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, everyone. I could use some rain, too. Your Clocktower/Guardian |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
It is incredible. Enjoyed it much. In truth, what defines us is our poetry. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Much appreciated, WhiteRose. R.I.P. Corky... |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
I never tire of reading your words....  hugsssss Lauren~ The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
How sweet of you to say, Lauren. Nor do I yours. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) I agree with Lauren, I never tire at reading your words for you always have such a creativity and imagination flowing like impressionism in your words that inspire so many! (big hugggsssss) This is excellent, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Michael, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Anvrill Senior Member
since 2002-06-21
Posts 710in the interzone now |
Owy... So why's this one not in Dark? It's def'nitely got the edge it needs to be there. I love you. I swear, I'll someday figure out how to change the world for you. My angsty poet. impress me, or be discarded |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
I want the sky to open up and trace me down in snow. Each fragile crystal whisper will know more than I know. This is absolutely exquisite, Mr.Squirrel... Your words are a feast.  ~ hugs and acorns from your chipmunk friendLyra |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
i suppose stone represents the lacking of human communication and compassion that pervades our daily lives.. i feel where your coming from man.... like.. "This is supposed to be fun for crying out loud!! But its not! IT STINKS!! Cant we all just get along???" |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
ooh, ooh, I think I like the same stanza that Madame Chipmunk copied and pasted. that other one, too, about the nameless stones dying Well, I'm glad you didn't post this in Dark cuz I don't go there and I'd have missed it. Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Mike, isn't it strange that some of the best peotry comes from pain? Ever wonder why? I almost hate to say this was fabulous as I feel I am being disrespectful to your "friend", but as a poet you are truly amazing sometimes, and this is one of those times. I could not pick a "favorite" part the emotion dripped down the page in all stanzas. Great job on this. I pass this way but once, here's hoping I meet you. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Mike, isn't it strange that some of the best peotry comes from pain? Ever wonder why? I almost hate to say this was fabulous as I feel I am being disrespectful to your "friend", but as a poet you are truly amazing sometimes, and this is one of those times. I could not pick a "favorite" part the emotion dripped down the page in all stanzas. Great job on this. I pass this way but once, here's hoping I meet you. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Glad you all enjoyed this little poem. No deep message. Just feelin' bad over Corky. |
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