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icebox
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since 2003-05-03

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in the shadows

0 posted 2004-02-14 08:10 AM

The sky is pink this dawn,
a fitting start I think,
too realized,
the very air we breathe
will batter it to blue
in just a few degrees,
maybe this color is diluted
from the threads of headache
still flashing red
from deep inside my brain,
as if the color by itself
is trying to explode my head;
when I was young
I used to think I mattered in the world,
and would look for portents,
omens,
the day's predictors
scattered at each dawn
like reading tea leaves for tomorrow
or puzzling over entrails
of the day gone by,
the day I sacrificed
to stand upon its bones
to reach the sky,
or at least to grasp the fetal edge
of another day.

No more do I share prophecies,
except as party tricks
and as guidance for the fools
who think it helps if they die rich,
I squandered energy
the way the sun consumes itself,
the way I redistributed the wealth
in my own private sort of class war
never realizing
there would come a time
when I would have not
more than I have.

Today is Valentine's festival of foolishness.
Valentine the pagan,
Valentine the pederast,
Valentine the twisted monk
drawing imagery in sacred texts
that almost had him burned alive,
and today we carve it into candy
as we strive to weave seduction
into one of pride's little acquisitions,
little murders of the soul;
Valentine,
I am so glad your stylized heart
doesn't look like mine,
I've seen the image carved in stone
by hands long turned to dust
before you were compelled
by holy orders to adjust the meaning
of your scratches and atone
for your own petty soft abominations.
You must have lived more than once,
and needed time beyond one life,
to resolve the agonies of soul
that plagued your thoughts
and left us with this very strange holiday
of sorts and fantasies
that supports the candy stores and jewelers,
and the caves where Hallmark cards
are sold like dispensations
to the hopeful wishing for redemption,
for living
in a world where the sky has turned to blue.

          ©2004 by icebox

nakdthoughts
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since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

1 posted 2004-02-14 08:30 AM

when I was young
I used to think I mattered in the world,

well ,well...you have left me speechless(something few can do)

I understand and feel every word

M

Bill Charles
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since 2000-07-11

Posts 10619
highways, & byways, for now

2 posted 2004-02-14 08:36 AM

icebox - many true thoughts here, enjoyed reading this one...

BC

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

3 posted 2004-02-14 08:37 AM

whoa!!!!!!!
and I thought I hated the faked expectations and forced intentions of this plastic day.

to say this is an awesome poem is an understatment.

The sky is pink this dawn,
a fitting start I think
to realized the very air we breathe
will batter it to blue
in just a few degrees,

~~~

the day's predictors
scattered at each dawn
like reading tea leaves for tomorrow
or puzzling over entrails
of the day gone by,
the day I sacrificed
to stand upon its bones
to reach the sky,
or at least to grasp the fetal edge
of another day.

~~~~~

I squandered energy
the way the sun consumes itself,
~~~

drawing imagery in sacred texts
that almost had him burned alive,
and today we carve it into candy
as we strive to weave seduction
into one of pride's little acquisitions,
little murders of the soul;
Valentine,
I am so glad your stylized heart
doesn't look like mine,
I've seen the image carved in stone
by hands long turned to dust
before you were compelled
by holy orders to adjust the meaning
of your scratches and atone
for your own petty soft abominations.
You must have lived more than once,
and needed time beyond one life,
to resolve the agonies of soul
that plagued your thoughts
and left us with this very strange holiday
of sorts and fantasies
that supports the candy stores and jewelers,
and the caves where Hallmark cards
are sold like dispensations
to the hopeful wishing for redemption,
for living
in a world where the sky has turned to blue.

most impressive outpouring poet sir.

Well I cant say what I might believe ...
but if God made you ... he's in love with me.

5 for fighting

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

4 posted 2004-02-14 10:05 AM

icebox

"I used to think I mattered in the world,
and would look for portents,
omens,
the day's predictors
scattered at each dawn
like reading tea leaves for tomorrow
or puzzling over entrails
of the day gone by,
the day I sacrificed
to stand upon its bones
to reach the sky,
or at least to grasp the fetal edge
of another day."

I enjoyed this poem with my first cup of coffee...thank you. The sky is down today, here. I think I'll stick my finger into it and stir.

So, does this mean I shouldn't wish you a happy valentine's day? *hug*

Seymour Tabin
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since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

5 posted 2004-02-14 10:14 AM

icebox
Yes, stranger than fiction. Excellent write.

Margherita
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since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

6 posted 2004-02-14 11:36 AM

And so you succeeded in touching the hearts on Valentine's day!
Brilliant write.
There are crazy aspects to this day, but no words of love are ever wasted.
And .... you matter to the world! Whether you believe it or not!
Love and hugs. Margherita

serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

7 posted 2004-02-14 12:18 PM

"No more do I share prophecies,
except as party tricks
and as guidance for the fools
who think it helps if they die rich,"

Well, I hope you continue to share anyway. But yes, it's opnly through the search for truth that the strength to um, metabolize it, comes.

Thanks for summing it up so artfully.

You are a wonder.

iliana
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since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

8 posted 2004-02-16 10:51 PM

Icebox -- have to agree with you about the frivolity of the day, despite the fact I like to be acknowledged at least one time a year -- guess I should get over that. Anyway, back to your poem -- reading your poetry is like reading a really good novel that I just can't put down once I've started.

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

9 posted 2004-02-17 04:13 AM

I sit in awe of you

Nan

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since 1999-05-20

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Cape Cod Massachusetts USA

10 posted 2004-02-17 08:11 AM

Going back for another read...

Cpat Hair

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since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

11 posted 2004-02-17 08:30 AM

I used to think I mattered in the world,
and would look for portents,
omens,
the day's predictors
scattered at each dawn
like reading tea leaves for tomorrow
or puzzling over entrails
of the day gone by,
the day I sacrificed
to stand upon its bones
to reach the sky,
or at least to grasp the fetal edge
of another day.

No more do I share prophecies,
except as party tricks
and as guidance for the fools

well said sir.. as usual... you avoid the one liners that I seem prone to...and instead weave the whole as something real and heartfelt.. showing depths..no glimpses of depths.. long hidden and reclusive..

always a pleasure to read you.. and I always walk away with thoughts I didn't have before I opened the piece...

BluesSerenade
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since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

12 posted 2004-02-17 02:38 PM

Blue skies will prevail long after the day of reckoning so to speak.
You offer so much to ponder, so very eloquently.

You are such a talented poet icebox,
I sit in silent awe and applause~

Robert Frazier
Senior Member

since 2003-02-06

Posts 1014

13 posted 2004-02-17 03:18 PM

i almost feel akward in my praise...
still, you have all mine.

R

Grover
Senior Member

since 2004-01-27

Posts 1967
London, ON, Canada

14 posted 2004-02-17 03:26 PM

Astounding! An amazing write, excellent images and metaphors! Grover.

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

15 posted 2006-02-14 04:33 PM

and today we carve it into candy
as we strive to weave seduction
into one of pride's little acquisitions,
little murders of the soul;
Valentine,
I am so glad your stylized heart
doesn't look like mine,
I've seen the image carved in stone
by hands long turned to dust
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

this poem will always come to mind when
the cliche of this day needs to be purged...
a testament to the powerful writing.

"This medium is over-run with keyboard prophets & poets ...
who believe their every word profound."

internet quote

nakdthoughts
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since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

16 posted 2008-02-14 09:25 AM

searched out and reread just because~~

M

Margherita
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since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

17 posted 2008-02-14 01:01 PM

I would reply in the same way as I did then ...

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