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The Hour Of Oblivion
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The Hour Of Oblivion |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City 
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Nothing can bring back the hour, swallowed by the fluent chatter of glass hammers whose sorrow is a shattering symphony of psalms sung over the din of oblivion, where all my dreams thirst, prodigal, but to burst into a great rain of fireflies frostbit in the threadbare melancholy of wings that bring over these thresholds, the slow elegy of every hope that is stillborn, the worn erosions of my grammar stir from stutter to cadence, in the lavish radiance of love streamlined to the instantaneous,oh, emblems of silence x-ray our souls with the illusion of lost innocence, drowned in a nova of color over a resin sequence of bones, crucified and cast into the vast pools of night, the slight tingle inside the skin, a sterling sound bound in the knotted musculature of its very mirrors, to drown and drench and quench, the hieroglyphs that were burned from the flesh to clear the slab for some Christ to resurrect,except, nothing can bring back the fledging hour that swallows worn down words, drown, and darkness becomes a privilege.  2004 copyright babygirLPress [This message has been edited by babygirlwlove (11-02-2004 12:32 PM).] |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
as always it seems.. your words are layered well with illusion, imagery, and emotions... I will ponder this a while... but know it indeed is well done... and moving |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
thanks, Chief.... this is again, one of my heavier pieces...lol..I appreciate the tolerance..lol much love, **babyblu** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Nothing can bring back the hour, swallowed by the fluent chatter of glass hammers whose sorrow is a shattering symphony of psalms sung over the din of oblivion, where all my dreams thirst, prodigal, but to burst into a great rain of fireflies frostbit in the threadbare melancholy of wings that bring over these thresholds, the slow elegy of every hope that is stillborn, the worn erosions in my grammar stir from stutter to cadence, ~~~~ with the illusion of lost innocence, drowned in a nova of color over a resin sequence of bones, crucified and cast into the vast pools of night, the slight tingle inside the skin, ========================= and what an impressive "stir of grammar" this is.... swallowed by the fluent chatter of glass hammers whose sorrow is a shattering symphony of psalms sung over the din of oblivion, ~~~~ the slow elegy of every hope that is stillborn, the worn erosions in my grammar stir from stutter to cadence, I love the assonance and word play of those lines. Its always a treat to read someone with such a unique style. glass hammers now how cool is that!!  Poetry is emotion put into measure. |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
JM~ thank you ... **babygirL** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Sadly such a welcome priveldge and a release at that. Example is not the main thing in influencing others, it is the only thing. |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
Mysteria~ thanks love... **babygirL** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Nothing can bring back the hour, swallowed by the fluent chatter of glass hammers whose sorrow is a shattering symphony of psalms sung over the din of oblivion, where all my dreams thirst, prodigal, but to burst into a great rain of fireflies frostbit in the threadbare melancholy of wings that bring over these thresholds, the slow elegy of every hope that is stillborn, Outstanding! I love what you do with imagery. M. Oh, you speak to me in riddles |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
You have a way with images, do you paint/draw as well? |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
M~ thanks love, for stopping in on this... ****************************************** A~ glad you like...and unfortunately, while I have been told I do have a propensity for it....lol...the only thing I can manage with any skill at all are caricatures...lol much love, **babygirL** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Kevo Member
since 2004-06-02
Posts 466Navarro County, Texas, USA |
You have another fan. I am in awe. You are a refined and passionate poet with incomparable depth. Your writes speak volumes to me. Warm regards, Kevin |
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Cathie Arnold Junior Member
since 2002-12-03
Posts 18SC |
Wow! Very descriptive and deep. I really liked this one. Good work!!!  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
girl, those last lines are incredible |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
Kevo, Cathie & passing shadows.... thank you all for the kind replies! love&light, **babygirL** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
I've just got beneath the imagery reflected on the surface...I'll be back to brush away patterns in the silt, to find, no doubt, a mosaic at the heart of it. Thick, this is |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
bound in the knotted musculature of its very mirrors, to drown and drench and quench, the hieroglyphs that were burned from the flesh to clear the slab for some Christ to resurrect,except, nothing can bring back the fledging hour that swallows worn down words, drown, and darkness becomes a privilege. wheww, some very heavy metal here Intense and deliberate writing, your a master with words...creating and capturing such deep down honest feelings. Tremendous |
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