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icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

0 posted 2005-03-19 03:09 AM

In the surreal fluorescence
and post-modern mercury shimmer
of a vast empty airport after midnight,
I watch,
my older memories dance
through tangled vines and undergrowth
to dated tunes woven
from echoing cacophonies of silence,
in and out of playful shadows,
ten thousand eyes filling the night
clutching hands,
entwining fingers
with hopes and dreams,
wistful caricatures
almost warm as memories
of futures yet to pass.

Deeper,
into darker reaches
of my eyes’ warehouse
I am fed,
as if repaired,
from storage racks of spares,
broken down vignettes,
desperate harlequins,
disparate wraiths,
deflated mimes,
parched scenery,
parsed still life remainders,
emotional tableaux,
puppets and poppets,
forgotten dreams left on hold,
relic images to overlay
on fluid place settings,
in my search for understanding
on the shifting lightbox of the moment.

Without scheduled arrival times
my awareness snaps back into focus.
Where is your smile?
That light,
with endless strength
to probe an endless depth,
to make sense of phantasms swirling
in unrelenting mists,
the light without mercy
that turns a chaos of disjointed time
into linear awareness.
Why has time stopped
in this eternity of minutes before you will appear
to free my soul?

©2005 by icebox

serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

1 posted 2005-03-19 03:57 AM

I feel silly even pointing this out, because I know you already know this, but alliteration can be annoying to me unless it is subtle--and this second verse is so artful:

"Deeper,
into darker reaches
of my eyes’ warehouse
I am fed,
as if repaired,
from storage racks of spares,
broken down vignettes,
desperate harlequins,
disparate wraiths,
deflated mimes,
parched scenery,
parsed still life remainders,
emotional tableaux,
puppets and poppets,
forgotten dreams left on hold,
relic images to overlay
on fluid place settings,
in my search for understanding
on the shifting lightbox of the moment."

You truly blended the tools of trade with that verse--the assonance in unexpected places opened my eyes to the intellect.

You always write, and I do mean always, write flawlessly, but this particular verse, made me do the voiceless "wow" thing--I love the crosshatch of poetic tools incorporated.

(and um yeah, grin...think of that however you like. Whatever gets you through the night, nod, it's alright.)

OR should I?

Oh I should.

(you'll have to picture the knees)

*evil grin*

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

2 posted 2005-03-19 04:38 AM

Whew! This is ... oh, just a "wow" write. There are no answers to the questions - yet but when it comes to freeing a soul, I believe we do that ourselves through love, of course, acceptance of a higher power, and belief in the amazing spiritual beings that we are. The mind! Perhaps we are/were/will be products of the mind and so many times get given the chance to get on course. As we think so we are, have been, will be, and what a responsibility it is! The poem - insightful and thought provoking. Thanks.

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

3 posted 2005-03-19 10:37 AM

icebox

"that turns a chaos of disjointed time
into linear awareness.
Why has time stopped
in this eternity of minutes"

A reply you made to me one time was: you ask questions that only you know the answer to. I think that's true of all the jumble of emotion and "jungle of awareness" I feel from this poem.

Oops! Almost forgot the hug.

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