Open Poetry #37 |
rummaging through the cupboard |
LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
rummaging through the cupboard And so… I melt away into some neurotic castle in the sky dancing a surreal postcard with a limp winged Achilles' heel tucked under my chin & those baggy fifties jeans with heavy bronze cross studs polished like friendly bunches of infants in the fireplace of your arms one day smiles politely like a glass fronted showroom however days grow like rows of gravestones & fossilized dominoes in a fence row somewhere along a country side dirt road we once covered with dimples imagination hanging out of its mouth… like a distant time-famished bellow quite fascinating the heated wings you drew! running its fingers down our summer unwrapping some contagious arch of champagne… buzzing around in our heads we were munching like cows on some fertilized blades of emerald paintings impressionists with audacity owning a concrete concourse with beer belly ladders sketching technicolor pumas in high stepping shoes gripping our arms while stretching some love sick smiles across the place where our dreams ended until the day surfaced with everything crouched into reality we had to count smudged charcoal faces in each hour of the day sharing a private joke supposing like a PTA gold club card cutting coupons out of expressions that left our shirts torn & wrinkled professing a finish like the green grocer struggling to find some bloody maggot free garden patch my brain grows slower & slower as I melt into thoughts pondering what on earth was going on? a million fizzling bubbles puddle soaked with some sense of spiritual dream thinking out loud like air locks in my head soooo… I handcuff myself to a pyramid hoping its center points me towards a place at the table of real life because the fullness was some depth of detail in a floating city where the games started with an end and where you hear a voice revile “Gentleman, start your engines” I dance in a pub with tribal mentality those reflections half-misted wandering aimlessly around the libraries of my soul & mind rambling a story growing like some fantastic garden with a stately home I answer the door wearing a mask with little veins sticking out all over in a gallery of some crazy dream where the days sneak out and the nights rush in and it feels like I’m really there...??? |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
LeeJ "my brain grows slower & slower as I melt into thoughts flowing pondering what on earth was going on? it’s hard to describe! a million fizzling bubbles puddle soaked with some sense of spiritual dream thinking out loud" You are a kaleidascope of word images...I'm so happpy to read you again! |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
one day smiles politely like a glass fronted showroom however I know days grow like rows of gravestones & fossilized dominoes in a fence row somewhere along a country side dirt road we once covered with dimples ~*~ May I echo Martie's wonderment... |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
LeeJ, you have a way of taking me with you and I always enjoy the journey! :-) |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Lee! Your poetry is simply breathtaking. Love, Margherita |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
LOL, but your cupboard is NEVER bare! LeeJ, your imagery is always like some fantabulous tossed salad of this 'n that covered with gourmet whatchamacallit dressings. And a myriad of thought croutons are always there, waiting at the edge of the plate for the brave.... |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
never a bare cupboard offered by you....and the shelflife of your thoughts never expired...... liked the tossed salad as kacy says |
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