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When I Got To Put One More Seal Upon A Door
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When I Got To Put One More Seal Upon A Door |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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Like dry snow passing by, the torn bits of telegram drifted off my fingers into a cold uncaring sky filled with the steady bitter wind blowing through the high desert mountains swirling into a hundred miles of parched river canyons scattered far below, where life still played and hid and scampered, clinging to the hope that summer hadn’t really gone away. You were dead, it simply said a time and place, no reason why; once it would have brought me joy, especially if I had been the blade to slice your soul free from your flesh and scrape your hide to flick the clinging shreds away. Too many years had drifted from us both, too many coffins counted at a distance, too many tears of rage had flowed from your betrayal. Yes, I felt relief even knowing that it did no good, and the acid taste, the cost of shadow memory, of grief for all that could have been and had been lost wrapped upon itself coiled as a snake lodged in my throat, until like the kundalini serpent in overdue release a bellowed roar beyond coherent speech flowed up through me from the ancient rocks on which I stood, and split the sky in echoes. ©2006 by icebox [This message has been edited by icebox (01-21-2006 10:37 AM).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
icebox "until like the kundalini serpent in overdue release a bellowed roar beyond coherence speech flowed up through me from the ancient rocks on which I stood, and split the sky in echoes." I'm sure this was difficult to write.  |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I do not know the feel of dry snow passing by, but I felt this piercing... I wish I knew how, I wish that I could, make it all better for you. |
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MacPoet New Member
since 2006-01-20
Posts 3California |
Dear Icebox, This is my first evening at Passion. Yours is the first poem I've read here. It made me feel like joining in chorus, with you, in primal scream. It really worked into a crescendo and took me with it. Thank goodness for this type of soul cleansing expression that is poetry. Very anticlimactically, did you mean to say "beyond coherent speech" or was "coherence" your choice? Very best wishes, MacPoet |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"once it would have brought me joy, especially if I had been the blade to slice your soul free from your flesh and scrape your hide to flick the clinging shreds away." Extremely powerful... passionate. Wow. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
When raising our kids, we used a reward chart and put it on their doors to their rooms. When they made an achievement, we rewarded properly by adding a seal or a star to their chart on the door. When they got enough of them, then they got a different type of reward. Mr. C., my friend, I'm interpreting this poem as a seal on the door of personal growth showing progress...that being, letting your bottled up anger and grief come out. What vivid imagery...painfully vivid. It is not an easy thing to deal with strings still untied...things unresolved...baggage we can carry, try to pitch, and the porter always finds it and brings it back. In a way like demons, those things haunt us, when really it is ourselves in not knowing where to put that stuff...I'm still working on that. If you have the answer or find it, let me know. Or, maybe you have just put a permanent seal closing that door for good -- guess, this could be the interpretation, too. Either way... ...jo |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
icebox...Very well stated my friend, The raw pain and knowing in this piece really hits home. Thanks for sharing...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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