Open Poetry #26 |
Lost Will And Testimony |
RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
. . . . . Blue-purple shadow wait, delay your sidelong skitter to the feast, your appetite abate, have patience till life quits and breath is ceased Yet tarry here with me until this cage e'er void of air grows calm, and whisks my spirit free from earthen rage, hate, prejudice and qualms (vales so shadowy, guideless paths, too late the peaceful stag- ing of that psalm)* The patient palate's prize will all the more be sated once tis served, as caviar these eyes long steeped in seasons di(e)late soon hors d'oeuvres Eyes scrutinized what taste that good chef Winter mirrored the moonshine, his necessary baste a gelid dint the saddened world turns brine** They've glazed in Autumn's view, that savory gratin, earth's golden crust, leaves thickening the roux, cilantro orange dis- bursed among the rusts Simmered Summer spied through eyes, bedeviled eggs warm comfort's nest, most often there love sighed tabascoed legs and fares of zesty breasts And stewed in Spring's au Jus, its succulence, its urges, yes its lusts, now here at my adieu your "Quaaaas" become the dirges at life's dusk Long braised in saffron light and cloved in love more often than would seem, at times though unrequite reduced from 'mares death's softening in dreams Now fades all visions seen I go to pay that lofty kitchen compliments, this skull, now your tureen, you'll no doubt quaff enjoying more its sweet contents That I'd not die alone but in the pathos of your patience spent, I'll now my sins atone and rue the wasted light of life to dark torment Proof remains in your footholds, the well earned etchings of those wrinkled lines,*** unseen until day grows cold life was often fetching and that I've been blind . . . . . . . . .Well, stretch a bit and imagine a man dying in the wilderness, his only witness a crow/raven. To keep the bird from taking his eyes before demise yet not wanting to die alone he makes juicier the prospective meal by explaining its contents and in doing so realizes that he didn't appreciate life and saw too much its dark. *Psalm 23 that of green pastures and leadeth paths and still waters, things promised in Judeo/Christian beliefs and too often a peace not known in life. **melting snow, its roll to the salty seas ***laugh lines/crows feet Photo credit Kathryn Topp "Nils Desperandum" Wells Family Motto [This message has been edited by RSWells (04-17-2003 06:41 PM).] |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Long braised in saffron light and cloved in love more often than would seem, at times though unrequite reduced from 'mares death's softening in dreams This on it's own would be excellent to mine eye.....add the rest and I am silenced. Oh, so well written. Chris "Hope" is the thing with feathers- |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
May I just sit here quietly, nodding in amazement...? *wanted you to know I am here and humbled by your writing poet sir* ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Proof remains in your footholds, the well earned etchings of those wrinkled lines,*** unseen until day grows cold life was often fetching and that I've been blind haven't we all in some ways? excellent form... as usual.. Enjoyed. |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Oh my. Stunning. Thank you for sharing your poetry here. Pat ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
OMG... I'll be back... |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
richard...i am happy to see that being in exile has not hindered your writing skills...i do hope you are well...helen |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Richard...as always your writing leaves me amazed. |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Richard, once again, your writing has me in awe and amazement. We've missed you, Sir Richard. Hugs, Ethel |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
sideways skittering understood love the complexity of nested words and images |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
RSWells An excellent write of moving quality. Glad you are back. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Of course it's excellent but I am thinking about your entries of this day (may take a while too) |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
They've glazed in Autumn's view, that savory gratin, earth's golden crust, leaves thickening the roux, cilantro orange dis- bursed among the rusts Simmered Summer spied through eyes, bedeviled eggs warm comfort's nest, most often there love sighed tabascoed legs and fares of zesty breasts And stewed in Spring's au Jus, its succulence, its urges, yes its lusts, now here at my adieu your "Quaaaas" become the dirges at life's dusk Long braised in saffron light and cloved in love more often than would seem, at times though unrequite reduced from 'mares death's softening in dreams ================================ Have I told you lately that you are too smart for your own good LOL What I should have said was sometimes youre too brilliant for mere mothy eyes You're the best I've ever felt ... |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Nightshade, thank you for the fine comment. Enchantress, as always you are most considerate CPat, thanks buddy Pat, regards from you are appreciated Sunshine, come back here! Helen, I'm a tough ol' bird, thank you Martie, I could say the same to you Ethel, I'll try to be less (a) stranger Midnitesun, lots of twists and turns here thanks for hangin' on Seymour, say no more my friend Sharon, nothing ominous or mysterious about "that" JM, I know a poem's made it when you bless it |
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Sandpiper Senior Member
since 2002-06-15
Posts 738land of flora and fauna |
Such irony, and profound sadness, to finally see at death's moment just how blind we may have been in life--excellent, as always! "And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me...And something started in my soul." |
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