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Flower Bled
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
This the savage bloom of lilies Streaked crimson as clay has bled to petals now marred by where roots lie In stretched spider-finger cling drinks warm of blood From between stones I asked not for But chose to embrace when times came That ice was more than just a hoar frost To set crust and left the seeds tender Among the boles of cedar and myrtle Whose heads did not bend in prayer to meadowlark hymn Nor the passing grace of clouds My limbs extend And encircle the passing shadow with feral smile Come again the rain and sun Or pass through the bowels of doubtful times We all die inside the helix of time and are left The faded blossoms upon a ground We do not understand But for the way it holds us inside the life it gave Or held the ashes of graves we do not name For fear the ghosts Of briars A sway of wind bends spent buds Ravaged now from the rape of nectar tongues Dipped into the stamen without regard to the way Petals were torn We bleed the clay They stand mute inside the hallowed ground Waiting to be buried again for fear The day when white was clear Might be gravely bourn to the edges of an eye Accusing innocence to lies and flesh To the sins Sanctimonious I pretend the stains of my own Are denied to god or man In some lust laden dream of giving in Lilies lay please Quietly in a rage of bastard hues Not quite the true to the palette of vows that came When lilies first held their boom In veins not yet thin Calla trumpets call Long before the fall Long before the fall |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
My limbs extend And encircle the passing shadow with feral smile very nicely done another fine write |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
~my lord~ how this bleeds on to the page, Chief~ outstanding, outstanding spill~ **babygirL** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Cpat, The very best of illusions fall. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Marvelous write Cpat, as always, I enjoy your words... |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Cpat, this was extradinaire gripping the reader asking for more... |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
We can only absorb that which we are given when our roots are planted and the earth is red... Amazing write - made me think of other things, which is good, but mostly, it made me see the man who wrote this, through his eyes, what he observed. And that, of course, is an excellent way to feel a poem. |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"We all die inside the helix of time and are left The faded blossoms upon a ground We do not understand But for the way it holds us inside the life it gave Or held the ashes of graves we do not name For fear the ghosts" amazing...this totally blows me away  |
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Aleta Member
since 2005-04-17
Posts 102Louisiana |
In the garden of truth, we won’t bleed pretty hues. A thought provoking write with strong visuals, enjoyed! |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
lol... some of the references in this made me wonder if mistake or cleverness? love the meaning you put beneath/within your words. either way, it was beautiful.  "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
good read |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
I am once again left utterly speechless.. Excellent write Captain. Life is one great big canvas; |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron "They stand mute inside the hallowed ground Waiting to be buried again for fear The day when white was clear Might be gravely bourn to the edges of an eye Accusing innocence to lies and flesh To the sins Sanctimonious I pretend the stains of my own Are denied to god or man In some lust laden dream of giving in" The whole of it is so well done, but the above lines are my favorite.  |
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