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icebox
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since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383
in the shadows

0 posted 2004-02-21 09:44 PM



Sitting here alone
looking out on quiet peaceful fields,
watching Nature packing up
the rest of Winter's melting tears,
I know Springtime will bring flowers;
I remember through the years
the other fields that I have known,
the borrowed fields,
bloody empty fields,
the stalking fields of doom,
I wonder how they've changed today
if soon they'll be in bloom.

I wonder why,
on this first soft pink dawn of late Winter
timidly trying on Spring for size,
I began to think
about the night I put you down;
without question
you were a rabid barely human beast
without the least shred of morally redeeming value.  

Memory, they say, is tied into the senses
and the slightest trigger
can slice through all defenses and amnesiac barricades;
perhaps
it is in the comfortable scent,
that came with sipping the perfect counterpoint
of cardamom laced light roast coffee
while toasting homemade bread,
that I remembered paradox
in the comfort of leaving the dead behind me;
still I wonder why I thought it would be nice
to know if finally you understand why you are dead.  

Listening to ballads and broken hearts
Simone,
Williams,
McLachlan,
laced with Willy Nelson offering anesthesia,
I am comfortable;
yet today the flash is there each time I close my eyes,
the single tongue of genteel controlled lightning,
the almost perfect violence of artificial silence,
polite in their own way
frightening in their simplicity,
voiding for all time
appeals supporting any circumstantial case for sympathy.

I remember,
I slept like a baby when I returned that night
to the deceptive world of planned civility,
hired help
having settled privately
a public debt some media darling politician,
with clean fingernails
and a perfect suit,
had decided was too awkward,
too horrid in abstract conception,
too threatening to popularity polls,
too real to own in public.

          ©2004 by icebox

© Copyright 2004 icebox - All Rights Reserved
inkedgoddess
Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392
Ohio
1 posted 2004-02-21 10:04 PM


wonder why,
on this first soft pink dawn of late Winter
timidly trying on Spring for size,
I began to think
about the night I put you down;
without question

this took my thoughts..
for some unknown reason this morning over
some fruitloops and chamomile
i could swear i felt the first daffodils
breathing on my shoulder

Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049
California
2 posted 2004-02-21 11:13 PM


icebox

"it is in the comfortable scent,
that came with sipping the perfect counterpoint
of cardamom laced light roast coffee
while toasting homemade bread,
that I remembered paradox"

It is hard to reply to the honesty in this poem...you have been to so many dark places, and yet I see your light.   *hugs*

iliana
Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434
USA
3 posted 2004-02-22 01:45 AM


What a fascinating poem this one is.  I have read it three times now and still not come to any conclusion except that...words can kill, and words can bring to life, words can sparkle...words can throw a knife.  I also enjoy and appreciate your exquisite writing style.  
passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577
displaced
4 posted 2004-02-22 04:12 AM


gawd! I love your mind!
Youngatheart
Member
since 2003-12-30
Posts 333

5 posted 2004-02-22 04:27 AM


I really liked this, Icebox. Y.

[This message has been edited by Youngatheart (02-22-2004 06:13 AM).]

Elizabeth Santos
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269
Pennsylvania
6 posted 2004-03-07 07:24 PM


"Sitting here alone
looking out on quiet peaceful fields,
watching Nature packing up
the rest of Winter's melting tears,
I know Springtime will bring flowers;
I remember through the years
the other fields that I have known,
the borrowed fields,
bloody empty fields,
the stalking fields of doom,
I wonder how they've changed today
if soon they'll be in bloom."

This is absolutely exquisite writing

scorpio
Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178
right...there
7 posted 2004-03-07 07:50 PM


Powerful. I can only imagine the true reason behind this write.  I've read it several times. But I'm not confident in deciding just lies buried here Icebox.  But this is a
powerful poem.

believe in what your heart feels...

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