Open Poetry #27 |
Writing Of Threads In A Karmic Weave |
icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
We came that night to join in life's free shivaree, see if you were ready to mix openly in reverie. "Come walk the water's edge with me. We can both stoop low and touch the living earth; we'll stroll along the levee standing tall and dancing free, we'll see if you can stretch then still reach the living stars with me" You smile, hips in teasing roll, you tell me with a playful wink you will walk across the water, on the surface of the river, naked, swearing openly you are the daughter of the night. Calmly I explain, this is no child's school reunion for the free of heart and soul; these people think they're real; it isn't right to frighten tourists with the simple tricks of carnivals, distorting life with twisted metaphysics of the magi's craft. I realize now I lectured you, when I should have only laughed. "Balderdash!" You exclaim in anger louder than you should, almost laughing at the word, tipsy on the evening's wine consumed voraciously with chips of unexpected freedom, slips of tongue dipped in bowls of unrepentant liberty. "What's the point of centuries of crawling in their dirt if not to learn to play with their emotions and their fears! I won't really hurt them and, besides, I know that you have shed no tears for any of them in more centuries than I have known the stars! It isn't like I'm hiding, for the goddess' sake! The secrets of the Universe are free, like bits of memorabilia, tucked away like souvenirs of summer camp! Why you'd think..." "Shhh..." I hushed her rant turned her head, reminding her that she was free; but that she did not have to be, made her see, she can't pass up the simple pleasures of an evening yet to be. Yes, she was free, or so she would believe, but I'd been wrong to think she would be ready now to see. Tomorrow, with a bit of luck and skill, she would awake, back inside the tiny space her mind believed was life, and it would seem to her that she had deeply slept, and simply had the strangest dream. "Shhh... you will remember... when the evening's course has run; you will recall, if you awake tomorrow; you will understand, and if you do awake... When you awake, when the evening's rains have come and gone, washed away the stains of fright, the steps of pain and sorrow, steps we've yet to take tonight, if you do awake you will recall to laugh and say, ‘Hello!' to brother Crow when he greats you on the morrow, as you venture out to play, and if you do awake when you awake you must recall, the dragon only hunts at night...." ©2003 by icebox |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
an interesting, wonderous tale...enjoyed the read |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
icebox...Brother crow always wakes me in the morning before dawn...I'll say hello and ask him to quiet down. I enjoyed this very interesting poem. |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
interesting read holds attention,, A voice of honesty |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
I think perhaps this is one of those pieces I should not have posted when it was finished. It was late; I haven't slept much in a while and I have a headache that will not quit. I write to distract myself. If I had waited until daylight and re-read it, I doubt it would be here. There are many ways to frighten the tourists and sometimes I forget. Thank you for tolerating this little story. ecriven ~ I am glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading and for taking time to tell me. Martie ~ *laugh* Well yes, the Crow is a very enthusiastic spirit. Thank you for reading my poem. QjQ ~ Thanks for reading and for telling me. |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
the first half of this poem is why I read you Icebox... I agree with you that it could stand some editing -- but don't kill it -- just do it man -- just do it fine material from a fine poet... |
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Skyfire
since 2000-12-27
Posts 3381Riding |
Definitely interesting... I enjoyed very muchly It is said the Creator has taken a handful of South Wind and given each newborn Arabian the power of flight without wings |
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