Open Poetry #34 |
Prosaic Epiphany Blue |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
In an age past the grey came She raged then in her bed white licking foam tumbled madness against tender flats while she roared insane in passing till only these the mottled grey bones stuck in piles a jumbled mass chaotic to snag any who passed with un-jointed fingers to rake furrows leaving scars... she knew would not completely heal though time passed and she returned to lie shallow hurriedly moving on no left or right glance at what she'd been or left behind except for night and the deep holes she hid where current lied about their strengths and she would pause in slow sink remembering how it was then when she was filled with wild rushing runnels of him only to whisper fey murmurings of soul and wonder how it would ever end yet now blue now lies quiet though in spring she raged once more against the bleached white bones of sycamore tumbling old giants to her bed where they drowned in her foam then broke to grasp with hard broken nails against her walls and came the fall when she clear eyed peered to the bottom of deep wells where skeletons remained now woven into the mud she owned from fields furrowed too late for grass and laughed soft deep throat gurgling at her own blind ways I listened holding my breath that she not hear me exhale my own passionate feel as I remembered her skin warm when my feet tangled against those remains trapping me as only she could between water and stone till I begged not drown when she covered me and wondered if my own would lie there beneath the depths of her had I raged against the hold or simply forgotten how to breathe as I felt the love I had for her and knew it had no end |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Wow! There are times (like now), when I would like to be a river. Such good writing! |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Is it little wonder then, why, or how the notion of "river" becomes metaphor? Nope, didn't think so. lol You wrote cinematography here. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
I don't believe there is one line as I could point out as good, as each one delivered better then the last and on and on Marvelous writing |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Stunning imagery Captain! You know and navigate this river well. Much enjoyed the read. Hugs~ ~ Time has cast a spell on you, |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
when she was filled with wild rushing runnels of him only to whisper fey murmurings of soul and wonder how it would ever end ~*~ Using favorite words of mine will only get me to call this a Karilea - if I whisper, will you listen? Keeping in mind, I must stand close...and keep my promises... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
thanks all... for the nice words... this I fear runs a bit prosaic.. and should have been refined before posting... Ed... no sir... it's no wonder... never was... I've touched both |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
and should have been refined before posting... nahhhhh, chief...best served raw...keeps the integrity of the piece...whole.... love your fathoms... **babyblu** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
what you have done with imagery and personif in this is awe inspiring-- poetry--absolute... outstanding............ me thinks you were a riverboat paddlewheel in another life LOL I listened holding my breath that she not hear me exhale my own passionate feel as I remembered her skin warm when my feet tangled against those remains trapping me as only she could between water and stone till I begged not drown when she covered me and wondered if my own would lie there beneath the depths of her had I raged against the hold or simply forgotten how to breathe as I felt the love I had for her and knew it had no end she is your finest muse my gifted friend. when you walked into the room it felt like time was standing still. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Absolutely magnificent Sir, you had me spinning with the rush of you. Maree into this night i wonder, it's morning that i dread, another day of knowing of, the path i fear to tread. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Ah, you capture soul in your words and life in your verse - a river through your eyes is as a goddess - love the pictures JM added - This is absolutely stunning - Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Oh, Jesus this is beautiful, Ron. and reminds me of places I have been: no left or right glance at what she'd been or left behind except for night and the deep holes she hid and places I still need to be. |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Ron, This is some mighty fine writing. Great imagery and your readers flow right along with this. Hope all is well with you! Corinne |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
She raged then in her bed white licking foam tumbled madness against tender flats while she roared insane in passing till only these the mottled grey bones stuck in piles a jumbled mass chaotic to snag any who passed with un-jointed fingers to rake furrows leaving scars... she knew would not completely heal though time passed ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Often times I see myself in your words, and just want to kick myself in the rear end. It's bittersweet when looking back, but like you said, time passes, and there is nothing I can do about it. My best to you cpat~ and I'm sorry it's not much! |
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