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The Falling
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The Falling |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533
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The old style hook shot sleeping position where I, pinned to the less than welcome mat, succumb to attrition, an unseen wrestler growing heavier each night, never tiring of the wretched torment or the throes, who doesn’t want an “uncle” or a sound at all it seems yet won’t release me from its hold, or will soon I’d guess to orphic psychosis and later certainly to dark’s abyssal depth Eyes, stacked like apartment washer/dryer, denied a supine view of a nothing ceiling or of being counted out by the slapping hand of a referee who too is never seen but must pass quickly through, (a crawling tripod just doing his boring job), squint between the useless, bulgy bags pouched aside those portals allowing seeping light between the frame and the scalloped edge of Venetian blinds the streetlight I call Moon Cables, magnolia branches, cut silhouette rivers through my steady moon strung from a dead pole and a tree I know laughs at us, as all trees must (as seedlings they’d heard tales of frantic fools who move faster, faster among the many, many going nowhere, nowhere and dying harsher, harsher) I tried to end it once, in a wedged roof attic, a bottle of who knows pills that awoke a puke puddle and walked funny for days, spine kinked. They knew and did nothing, nothing Poets against the war is redundant |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
does it really matter if one does not speak of things that bring sorrow to ones heart to break ones spirits, change ones soul, somethings are better placed in god's hands and forgive one's for what they lack |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
so much here to remark upon: "the less than welcome mat" and this is just plain earthy and had me squirm: "Cables, magnolia branches, cut silhouette rivers through my steady moon..." all to crescendo of this: "They knew and did nothing, nothing" heart ache futility I wish I didn't understand. felt this one Richard  |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
not a pretty write at all kind of grisly, but gutsy and effective |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
serenity and inkedgoddess, appreciate the read and comments. MGROVES, huh? Poets against the war is redundant |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"Eyes, stacked like apartment washer/dryer" saw those in the mirror a few times great imagery! "bulgy bags pouched aside those portals allowing seeping light between the frame and the scalloped edge of Venetian blinds the streetlight I call Moon" |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Now that was imagery - whatever is forcing this out of you, I for one am grateful for the caliber of the posted write. Carpe' Diem |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
nice things about words, they are perceived differently by all who read, as they are felt and brings out different emotions . or triggers memories. this was nice, sorry you didnt understand my first reply my apoligy |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
They knew and did nothing, nothing damn that line makes me ache even more than the rest of the poem does and the entire poem already made me ache.. well done sir. |
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