Open Poetry #33 |
memory encounter |
klm Member
since 2004-09-07
Posts 58New Orleans, Atlanta |
(excerpts from a book for they who hurt. i understand. klm) ...agonies again coiled my heart like ivies twining the tree; hurts furrowed anew my soul like sharp plows in rain soft soil. ...my memory was forced back through tunnels to love's dark trail-- now o'er grown with budding briers where weak, benumbed, molting birds sat sleeping here, dying there, singing nowhere. At the lane's end my mind fell into an abyss of tender thoughts, where I heard again vipers' hisses-- those sounds unknown by the sagacious wit-- aphonic, eerie, mellifluent languages-- dins of daftness from a disturbed world. Here the thousand nights in my soul bid to be the lone one to shroud my body; where a singular drip to my love's still tarn swells jagged ripples that kaleidoscope across my heart ecstatic visions mingled with mania's frenzies-- colors, touches, shapes, sounds weaved from tender times-- recurrances of unbearable agonies-- turning, twisting, sagging, forming a single pain so great its tolerence but for a moment pounds my mere's dam bulging with death. (excerts from SANE INSANITY) |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Yes seems to be the only words I can think of in your images of something that blasts across your mind words that need to be read. Dave |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
An astonishing share here KLM... appreciated. TD |
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Snow
since 2000-10-16
Posts 1170desert flower looking for rain |
..... ~K.....thank you. from my heart to yours S~ |
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klm Member
since 2004-09-07
Posts 58New Orleans, Atlanta |
thank you dave, td and snow. kenneth |
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