Open Poetry #35 |
The Body of My Work |
Canuckster Member
since 2002-01-09
Posts 285New Mexico, USA |
(Some older work ... my muse seems to be on vacation.) The Body of My Work Encrusted, encapsulated deep below Unbroken turf In embryonic solitude with rare Interrupted seminal moments Organic reality struggles To touch sky Ground long lain fallow Not ignored more feared Each mattock blow breaking sod Left defensively unturned Lest last vestige should leech Irrecoverably lost in tawny run-off A stanza, a verse aptly spoken Pile driven aerator to break clay Chipped marble slate gray shed Brings life or revelation That eviscerated corpse under copse Exposed to a sun unseen for years Inspiration storms across meadow Washing, bathing, battering, caressing in turn Awaiting the day there might strike that stroke Drawn by a phrase rightly turned That sparks across that eternal internal synapse Life to discover ……. Self to recover ………….………Who I am shown to the words © 4/20/00 Barton J. Breen never try to teach a pig to sing |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Incredibly intense lines here, dear Bart. You have well done to unbury this piece from the past, it stirs the muse to grace you again. Love, Margherita |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Wow! I felt the power and dynamism of your poetically expressed images and emotions! This exquisitey empassioned poem most definitely deserved to see the light of day again! ~ Most definitely! Encore! Encore! Love & Light, EA A fellow Canuckster [This message has been edited by Earth Angel (06-05-2005 12:45 PM).] |
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