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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City 
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How far and irreparable the heart falls from the page, indulgent muscle of soft, red clay, kaolin omen of the coming ash, as if its syntax could lead us inexplicably to grace, through all the leftover marl of roadside wildflowers, the moon begins to shoulder up and the dogwoods go red, as lips form fine words, soundless as rain runs its largest sutures over a gaping landscape, held intact by gossamer faith, dead leaves like words fall about our shoulders, outsourcing night to these fleeting eternities, as if this moment was meant to last forever, long over the light once silky and rare dims to a glare, slingshot and backlit in the tepid dregs of moonshadows, a gold guise of limbs dusted with cinnamon, gives off the illusion of elegance, our lips form fine words, soundless psalms summered out of wounds to summon a phantom of something removed, and with what weary yawns the unwilling flesh robes its spirit in Lethe, as lips that yet utter breath from ash, are dust. 2004 copyright BabygirLPress |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
as if this moment was meant to last forever, long over the light once silky and rare dims to a glare, slingshot and backlit in the tepid dregs of moonshadows, a gold guise of limbs dusted with cinnamon, gives off the illusion of elegance, our lips form fine words, soundless psalms summered out of wounds to summon a phantom of something removed, and with what weary yawns the unwilling flesh robes its spirit in Lethe, as lips that yet utter breath from ash, are dust. ================================ First of all, welcome to poetry land. I've been reading your poetic offerings posted in the various forums ...what you do with imagery and vocabulary is most impressive. Its a poets pleasure to read such refined, outstanding work ...Im sure you'll have a large following here. Nice to you here with us.  I would love to live as a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
where is my demon sip on brim of river lethe but under the devil dawn when eyes are but useless skin hot write ms bbg a sinful singe |
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Soleil Noir Senior Member
since 2001-12-19
Posts 688USA |
I began to copy the parts I like... but it is redundant to place the whole poem within my response. I like your style. |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
Janet Marie~Thank you for the warm welcome. It is an absolute delight to be here... Dark~you stir up those old river songs in but a whisper..(thank you)... Soleil Noir~thank you, my friend... **babygirl** |
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