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IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time 
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why she never was to trace messages in windows painted by icy breaths some quiet secret to the world never felt the coolness of panes 'gainst pallid cheek wine glass in hand waiting for winter to pass her by melt into spring it never comes in Carolina love stays for centuries blended twixt the veins of summer as it bleeds into autumn so subtle in change only the trees sense such sweetly tragic variance she spills herself onto the earth silvered with the moonlit isle isochronal murmurs spun into its greenery and black legends the moon never dies in Carolina her home is in his eyes rimmed with the ambiguities she never knew never cared to see perception etched in every line of umber oh, the way.. the way death savors life's defeat her eulogy of poignancy satisfied how the rarefaction of spiced and lightless air fills her with alcoholic rarity of intoxication undrunk yet enough bitterness to keep her lips alive still warmly chilled from balmy solitude she remembers those nights lost in a garden of orchid dreams bodies stained with their tears and incensed by the mists of fading passion her sighs loom one hundred stars to her palms held the sky in prayer memories grasp him with tired fingers weakened strings of patience fraying. how she begs the sun to never rise in Carolina though she knows it always will.. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.--"Romeo and Juliet" [This message has been edited by IndigoEve (09-12-2003 08:13 PM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Dang, but this one is so beautifully written. The imagery and word choice...HMM, a sad but dreamy feeling followed me from line-to-line. I'm keeping it, to read again later, with a glass of wine in a quieter moment. |
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garysgirl 
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
IndigoEve, this is a beautiful poem. I'm sending it to the top so maybe more will happen to see it.  Hugs  Ethel |
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