Open Poetry #36 |
Introconstancy: A Musician's Guide to Silence |
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Delicate the fingering of ivories in singling yellowed by the sting of me yearning to be heard I serve a master of the motioning swaying introconstancy in hint of what flies following: feathers, fluttering the pain-- watch me drop the ash and breathe velvet cushioning my knees padded by the martyrs' flesh as reasonings compose the rests and silence is a symphony screaming difference. Pump the fallow dirt to dust bellowed by the toes of lust the note that scholars scorn is thus - displaced in echoes of my mind. Nettles bite my fingertips and only puff of callouses ink notation: "H" and "I"... a taste of swallowing the rhyme. |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Karen...I don't know but too this coon ass it sounds like you are starting your Spring cleaning way too early, or you can't sleep so you are cleaning house listening too some real good music...Paul Bumfuzelled that's what I am >>>..<<< ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ Paul |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
what an ending to a very deep write! loved this! |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
feathers, fluttering the pain-- watch me drop the ash and breathe velvet cushioning my knees ~*~ Understood every single note... even after the fade away... |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
and silence is a symphony screaming difference. nodding in understand to this quietly shouting composition ~Chrislane~ Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
tried so hard to highlight a favorite line and I can't cuz each and everyone is brilliant.. It is poems as such which clench the very soul...loved this |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Delicate the fingering of ivories in singling yellowed by the sting of me yearning to be heard I serve a master of the motioning swaying introconstancy in hint of what flies following: feathers, fluttering the pain-- watch me drop the ash and breathe velvet cushioning my knees padded by the martyrs' flesh as reasonings compose the rests and silence is a symphony screaming difference. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I read this very early this morn when the rest of the house was still asleep and had to restrain myself from bursting outloud in my GLEEEEEEEE and admiration for this awesome offering.... oh girl........ you just flat out rock... you are a maestro of rhymes divine. Im not asking for a moment, all I want is time |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
I love it! It came together amazingly. Thanks, bebe. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
serenity, That sure is some fancy stitching. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
yellowed by the sting of me as if what is inside of you would discolor the precious ivory (wish I had written that line btw) watch me drop the ash and breathe velvet I love that change there, K. velvet, yesss . . . then onto the ole kneelers . . . know them well, myself. ink notation nice way to put that . . . Actually, I saw you there, wanting to play, actually playing, dropping that ash and wiping, rather blowing it away (carefully), remembering WHEN you LAST played . . . almost like a why bother? you know? |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Tabbed this for my library. Karen, I'll be back later for another read......jojo |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
You bowl me over everytime... sei la maestra di poesia .. you are the master/mistress of poetry sigh, I love it when you collapse me..do it again! Mxx ~i want for myself your trembling~ |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
watch me drop the ash and breathe velvet cushioning my knees padded by the martyrs' flesh as reasonings compose the rests and silence is a symphony screaming difference. mmmm K, you are the maestro of words m'friend.... and sometimes, I welcome a silent symphony... um...maybe that don't make sense? but, yes.... the silence... it is welcome sometimes... yesterday is gone |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I appreciate it folks, but I realize this is pretty much a rehash of a theme I've hit on several times already. Which made me realize when I go flipping through those pages in my notebooks, I need to mark the ones I've already used. But thanks for so generously overlooking my redundancies. I do love this place. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
OK, Colorful One, I am baffled, and yet I'm not. "a master of the motioning swaying introconstancy in hint of what flies following: feathers, fluttering the pain-- watch me drop the ash and breathe" When I read this the fourth time, an image of a cigarette, flipping ashes that looked like feathers as they dropped .... and then watch me drop the ash and BREATHE....only a smoker would understand...that introconstancy. That is, if I have defined your new word correctly. Am I on the right track???? Anyhow, whether I get all of the message here or not, I love dissecting your poetry and looking for the meanings. You are the master of disguise! ....jojo |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
jeez, lady, check yer messages will ya? |
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Ringo
since 2003-02-20
Posts 3684Saluting with misty eyes |
You know, Karen... many times my mind is so inadequate as to understand what is happening in your mind and in your writes... just reading them makes me feel those inadequacies, and makes me pray for more wisdom and insight that I can fully appreciate your thoughts. Even with my mind being as llimited as it is, you never cease to absolutely blow me away... and make consider quitting this entire game. http://www.mysticwicks.com |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
You, M'Lady never appear redundant. How dare you. *grin* |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
ahem.... you were expecting me, right? yaya poems are like roses..each a beauty in its own right... when a poet writes many of a similar theme, the poems become a bouquet... think of 2 dozen roses in a vase.. are they redundant? when a topic is written of more than once--written this brilliantly...theres no redundancy...only moth gleeeeeeeeee. hey... I had to say something.... all I write about now is creek rocks.. lmao Im not asking for a moment, all I want is time I want to take this lonely, but Ive no place to be so baby let me breathe you in and take you into me |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karen "Delicate the fingering of ivories in singling yellowed by the sting of me" I have played that same song many times! yearning to be heard |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
serenity, Your title pulled me in. Inside of me there is music/expression to come out, but many times lies dormant. Sometimes the force is great and I find my fingers leading a melody in the dark-the tune evoked solely by an emotion. You write poetically of evokings... Most of the time, I don't even know from where the emotions stem, but apparently they're there! The funny thing is that WHEN I WANT to write music, the silence becomes unbearable, "as reasonings compose the rests" but I trudge on; the composition, a flop. (I've been trying for a month and a half to hear the ONE line that will finish the last piece I began. Dream it to me, will ya? Take care, serenity. It is good to be able to stop and visit for a moment. Time is on my side today. Tomorrow? Shall we write the rests? Excellent feel to this... miscellanea |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
good read |
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