Open Poetry #39 |
In a terror of the mount. |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
In a terror of the mount.- never spoken, never cheered for- Was a distant eye of hope that lingered. A hope for warmth in a longest winter; The season unrelenting. Theatrical situations, Plus, romantic love affairs: my dear forgets my heart, What a pity. Should I run and hide away? Due course I think, for my heart has run a-far, As distant as my possibilities, residing at my end. I’ve given a total of nothing, and expect my gold is free. I taste the bitterness of inexperience, disgusting! Yet I laugh, because I have learned to die, Alone. My god, what treasons can man make upon himself? To leave love behind, to push love away, to kill! I stand on the Birchwood branch for healing, But the pied sun dancing does not see me having fun. I am too small, too dead; too numb to be revived; Unknowing of her beauties. So I keep on living, though I don’t know what life is. I stare at who I am, who you are. Immeasurable life. Where once was nothing, came me and came her; The chaos, the beauty, unknowing, unsure, forever. Throw me through all of it, the senses too, the destiny, Unending I am the two-toed wanderer [This message has been edited by themute (11-03-2006 11:38 PM).] |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
In this line, "Due coarse I think, for my heart has run a-far," did you really mean 'coarse'? It makes a totally different feel for that part of the poem, if you mean that rather than the usual 'course' there. I like your visions, and the overall tenor of the poem. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
Thank you. I hope you read my past poems, they're better. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Matt, your muse honors you with such beautifully flowing phrases. Please promise the midnitesun you will keep your heart, mind, and soul connection with your muse, and your quill ready. And by mind, I do not mean ego, which can cloud the heart's intent. |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
To promis is to do without self compulsion, so I will assure you, that I will carry my muse throughout the duration of my life, however long or short. You are wonderful Kacy, stay beautiful, stay resilient. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
Matt, No, they are not "better". They are different, diffuse. They are all select parts of you, and each wonderful in their own right, as is THIS. But better, well, I think not. This is reflective of your normal high standand, and I like it immensely. That said, it is nice to come home and read you. I have missed it due to other obligations. Sandra |
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gypsyheartx Member
since 2006-02-09
Posts 104Istanbul-Turkey/U.S.-Maryland |
"The chaos, the beauty, unknowing, unsure, forever. Throw me through all of it, the senses too, the destiny, Unending" Wow, what passion your words exude. Amazing write, it was a very enjoyable read. ~Miranda~ |
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