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a boy on thursday afternoon
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a boy on thursday afternoon |
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IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time 
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We stared into white painted windows on a Thursday afternoon. In the presence of God, I wore blue and you watched, aghast and disgraceful, as I shivered in my pain. The difficulties of being a woman strike you as ridiculous, I learned, and we both blamed each other for this individual discomfortability. As the sky turned from gray to colder, I shriveled away into my shell and welcomed circumstance like an experimental rose. You never knew how beautiful and weak you were when helpless, at how I cried out, eyes wide, as each measure of agony crested in my abdomen. Locked into my gut-wrenching deliciosity, we stretched out overhead, on a flowerless landscape and compared twall with the concept of Paris in America, pictures propped against the walls. Vintage and intoxicating. It was the kind of weather that perplexed those who prefer poetry to wine, the scentless air could not account for the chill that ran my skin, nor for anything your hands burned into my arms. You tattooed my flesh, and I think the warmth hurt more than needles, driven through the core of my spine. Yes. It was that kind of day. On an April afternoon in the middle of January, with her ghosts and tiny thrills of empty being impressed upon those poor souls like me. We both could look into heaven, and feel the rain in our bones, and understand. But she was a wild one, unlike Christmas, this girl you made me out to be, with our eyes on the tips of the street cracks. We walked and you sang something of her, this mystery, and I told you, very simply, I cannot be loved like that. Like most poets of the in between season do, I felt suffering with a pride that ran cap-a-pie, finger to stone, hair to nose, and you let me go into my dreamworld, content to watch in silence from afar. If I were to touch you, would you bleed a velvet river, running miracles through the sodden ground? --Moi |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
It was the kind of weather that perplexed those who prefer poetry to wine, ~*~ Your talent...is remarkable. So enjoyable it is to read your vignettes... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
IndigoEve Symbols of the mist of bind that find their way into the mind. Enjoyed. |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
You never knew how beautiful and weak you were when helpless, at how I cried out, eyes wide, as each measure of agony crested in my abdomen. You tattooed my flesh, and I think the warmth hurt more than needles, driven through the core of my spine. Like most poets of the in between season do, I felt suffering with a pride that ran cap-a-pie, finger to stone, hair to nose, and you let me go into my dreamworld, content to watch in silence from afar You know, lines like these just keep one searching through more and more of your work to try to understand how it is you see the world so differently. You truly are so very gifted as a writer, and I thank for once again posting a piece I can print and keep to treasure in years to come. Carpe' Diem |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
OH WOW, I can't even begin to tell you just how this shook me up..oh god, in a good way of course....you've collapsed me! you remind me of another poet, that has this same affect on me. I didn't want it to end I'm tucking you away. Maree  all I can taste is this moment, all I can breathe is your life, cause sooner or later it's over, I just don't want to miss you tonight.~GooGooDolls~ |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
 because it should be up thereM all I can taste is this moment, all I can breathe is your life, cause sooner or later it's over, I just don't want to miss you tonight.~GooGooDolls~ |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
Simply beautiful..... You are truly gifted. coyote 8) "If at first an idea is not absurd, there is no hope for it." |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Like most poets of the in between season do, I felt suffering with a pride that ran cap-a-pie, finger to stone, hair to nose, and you let me go into my dreamworld, content to watch in silence from afar this was an amazing read, heart wrenching Well done...one visual after another, you've suffered a great pain of loss.... |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
you have a way with images. back to the first page with this |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
what an amazing layered write, filled with overlapping thoughts and emotions presented in a fresh perspective a beautiful tapestry of words |
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RobertB Senior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 1104Champaign, IL |
wow....hauntly beautiful |
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Snow
since 2000-10-16
Posts 1170desert flower looking for rain |
i hate to say something as simple and cliche-like as.... wow but honestly, that is more than a word, it was the feeling that came over me while reading... "so I wait for you like a lonely house |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
this goes beyond the page it sits on wonderful |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
where have I BEEN? this is fabulous. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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