Open Poetry #37 |
everything to shine |
mytuesdaywishes Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 254a voice from the musicbox |
i dreamed of you a couple nights ago rolling joints with the pages of your bible you called them your little revelations as you danced barefoot in the gospel that was the summer the construction workers took to prowling on every turnpike the speeding fines got higher around the same time every street began to look alike the heat made us go mad but the suburbs were worse so we'd spend nights in airport baggage claim claiming baggage that wasn't ours letting the park bench take the blame and you said i'd love the stars like i love the planes if i knew them half as well but here it rains on everything and the city starts to swell and we're racing the sun to the atlantic when we realize there's nothing left so we stop midway through the afternoon stalled, stranded, motionless but we need to kiss the horizon so we'll sell our clothes for gas drive naked into another day screaming free at last. america is a gas station parking lot how many people are running on empty yeah this place an ancient morphine drip but the medicine doesn't help any and somewhere a bright red telephone rings though freedom no longer does and somewhere the statue of liberty boards a midnight greyhound bus and we're fighting sleep in the back row when she shuffles down the aisle we left our baggage on the sidewalk she left her heart in ellis island and there's nothing but sweet irony in the mirrored window glass and as we fade into a dream we can hear her singing free at last. [This message has been edited by mytuesdaywishes (02-09-2006 08:49 PM).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Life can be so hard....you have painted life in a way that not enough understand and too many experience. Your poem made me want to reach out to you (if this is about your life)...I hope you are ok. |
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Bagger Vance Member
since 2006-02-01
Posts 108Aotearoa |
lost he was in the pages of such thoughts felt it he did White Gold Wielder |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
can't take a whole lot of time to reply to this, for which I apologize, but I did at least want to express my appreciation for this write - the tone, the grammar/wording and the undulating process it walks through were well done and captivating. there were a couple of statements teetering on the edge of cliche (shaker at the stars was one, though it does make for a very cool literal image). all in all, this was muchly appreciated. i'll keep an eye out for more of your work. Christopher |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Do you know how good it is to read you MTW..sigh i've missed your words, please don't go away. thank you Maree how i would love you, love you as no one ever did! Die and still, love you more. And still love you more..and more |
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gypsyheartx Member
since 2006-02-09
Posts 104Istanbul-Turkey/U.S.-Maryland |
This is amazing. The imagery is just spectacular, you really did paint a picture in my mind. Wow, keep it up! Miranda |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"you called them your little revelations as you danced barefoot in the gospel" Ahhhhh...I love your style. Excellent poem. More please. |
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