Dark Poetry #4 |
Floating Walls |
JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
There was a tall man behind a high metal fence dressed all in khaki wearing a beekeeper's hat (with two layers of netting) chopping away with a long pair of pruning shears, flowers that bloomed this side of the fence. Those bright rose hydrangeas, no, wild rhododendrons (all without roots) were attached to the chain link with green floral tape and trapped like balloons. Asked why he was pruning such beautiful flowers miraculously preserved in summer's full bloom, he spoke with his eyes, 'You are my history.' Night is a room with floating walls configured in illusion's abstract geometries café au lait and nicotine stained wine spattered portals to dangerous streams Ampules of morphine and intractable pain flying at night over wet streets chasing the lost ark of eternity. Feral shadow, panther sleek, stalked my dreams in black and white haunting my nights with opiate eyes. “Tiger, tiger, burning bright' now guilt returns in technicolor. Night is a room with floating walls configured in illusion's abstract geometries one flight down from the blue air of winter where emptiness loops in continuous frames of celluloid images. |
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moonbeam
since 2005-12-24
Posts 2356 |
Heh. That foxed 'em Jen! Late here now, and away tomorrow, by which time no doubt one of these denzins of the Dark will have explained all; or should that be, "will all have explained"! Tssk. Naughty Moonbeam - be good. Later Piglets M |
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JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
Piglets? You going for the Miss Congeniality of the week award, moonbeam? |
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Kira Aso Member
since 2006-09-26
Posts 351Closer to Hell... |
Me like very much! You have an interesting style, I really think this is neat! |
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