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Dark Poetry #4

Bluestocking

coyote
Senior Member

since 2001-03-17

Posts 1077

0 posted 2003-12-02 09:32 AM

I
Perceptions,

speak
o'er gilded web.

Our mirror signals,
flash the flesh
transglobal.

(Hyperion's seed illuminates.)

II
Conceptions,

speak
'neath diamond skies.

A spark of unspent jewels,
explodes these learn-ed loins
to atoms.

(Orgasmatrons recycle.)

III
Rejections,

speak
on silver tongue.

By red hot poker,
my wounded mouth
has healed.

(Lips cauterize.)

IV
Ms. Bluestocking
my muse afflatus,
brain-ed woman,

must my inamorata,

always speak
apocalypse?

"Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead,and the body is our tomb." Socrates

[This message has been edited by coyote (12-02-2003 09:33 AM).]

Brad Majors

Member Elite

since 2001-04-03

Posts 2647
Georgia

1 posted 2003-12-02 12:55 PM

well done

coyote
Senior Member

since 2001-03-17

Posts 1077

2 posted 2003-12-02 07:31 PM

Thank You, Brad.
It's an experiment, sort of departure in style and content for me, more classical, I suppose.

I appreciate your read.

coyote

darkness_witch
Senior Member

since 2003-12-03

Posts 516
Underneath

3 posted 2003-12-03 11:10 PM

wow this is great!
i neva read any calssical poetry anymore congratulations on making such a wicked job of it! classical isnt easy!
u should be very very very proud of this poetry

coyote
Senior Member

since 2001-03-17

Posts 1077

4 posted 2003-12-04 12:41 PM

Thanks alot for the kind remarks, darkness_witch.
And welcome to PiP!

coyote

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