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Christopher

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Member Rara Avis

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Purgatorial Incarceration

0 posted 2002-10-05 03:14 AM

The challenge: /pip/Forum7/HTML/000509.html

Interesting deliveries from an oft sporadic muse.

Felicity
©2002 C.G. Ward

exceptional,
to see the potency of a silence
that covers the distance
between two aches
and a single piece of red string.

to twirl a finger,
it seems,
is to shake the foundations
of a desire whose concrete hasn't set.

so twirl away, my love,
twirl away.

chase:
white over bent knees and youth,
she once bristled inside a frame;
time was a word then,
not a sentence like the burden of now.
she,
slave to solitude,
marked the water on her brow
and called it destiny.

we are sand,
coagulating beneath the whisper
of days long gone.

the windows there
were opened far too often
to suit the chill of my mind.
so she walked to the fire,
burning barrels and lessening sighs.

couldn't hear the ocean though,
inside the shelter of her warmth.

other times,
well, it was silent in that darkness.
but only when I wasn't there
and couldn't hear her cry.

that song was playing,
another chapter,
just be quiet
and I can pretend
that the attitude of conflict
is just another character
in a movie
I've been wanting to see.
what was your name again?
oh yes, grief.
I remember now.
so let me ask you -
why are you smiling?

the night passed by.

now,
now she rests on the sill,
a cluttered, makeshift shelf
where she boasts her longing from afar,
palms raised in an analogy of love
I could never quite grasp,
but feel blessed to have found.

SEA

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Member Seraphic

since 2000-01-18

Posts 22676
with you

1 posted 2002-10-05 04:24 AM

Kissy Face,
I can't pick a favorite line here, because the whole thing, every word, is amazing. Your talent blows me away.

(another for my library)

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

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Listening to every heart

2 posted 2002-10-05 07:41 AM

You have two poems here, you know. Two separate and individual poems, and I enjoyed both of them.

Severn
Member Rara Avis

since 1999-07-17

Posts 7704

3 posted 2002-10-05 07:43 AM

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Sandpiper
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since 2002-06-15

Posts 738
land of flora and fauna

4 posted 2002-10-05 08:30 AM

"we are sand,
coagulating beneath the whisper
of days long gone."

Powerful words, and just when I think my feet are firmly planted, that damn sand shifts again!

BluesSerenade
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since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

5 posted 2002-10-05 11:49 AM

to twirl a finger,
it seems,
is to shake the foundations
of a desire whose concrete hasn't set.

so twirl away, my love,
twirl away.

This is a masterpiece, and written so candidly. Even if no one else chooses to write on the subject, this was the kind of poetry I was hoping for...truly it is the essence of my challenge.

Thank you Christopher for running with the thought and capturing so much

~ I shall read it over and over again,
I'm honored and deeply humbled!!

Poet deVine

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Hurricane Alley

6 posted 2002-10-05 12:40 PM

There is an honesty about this that is palpable. And that it leaves Kamla speechless is a testament to the power of this piece.

brian madden
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since 2000-05-06

Posts 4374
ireland

7 posted 2002-10-05 12:48 PM

I think Kamla said it best, this one leaves the reader speechless.

El riesgo vive siempre!

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

8 posted 2002-10-05 02:40 PM

exceptional,
to see the potency of a silence
that covers the distance
between two aches
and a single piece of red string.

to twirl a finger,
it seems,
is to shake the foundations
of a desire whose concrete hasn't set.

so twirl away, my love,
twirl away.

chase:
white over bent knees and youth,
she once bristled inside a frame;
time was a word then,
not a sentence like the burden of now.
she,
slave to solitude,
marked the water on her brow
and called it destiny.

we are sand,
coagulating beneath the whisper
of days long gone.
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Webster's definition:

Felicity:

1 a : the quality or state of being happy; especially : great happiness b : an instance of happiness
2 : something that causes happiness
3 : a pleasing manner or quality especially in art or language
4 : an apt expression

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Moth's definition:

Christopher:

Poet of exception, scholar, worsdsmith, wise well beyond his years...
and deep ... damn deep....

time was a word then,
not a sentence like the burden of now.

yeah.....reeeeeallllly deep