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Of Parchment and Breath
04:58 Jul 16 2009
Times Read: 1,455
My scars are the stories
Recorded on my flesh
By the Great Story Teller
Written in a language forgotten
To all but my lover
Who reads there the tale of love
Lifted from my body
To breathe again the first breath
And open her eyes in wonder
Once again,
Listening to the song of the universe
As it sings a lullabye
In my voice,
A mother's song
Of love
And loss
And hope
"Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door"
19:12 Jul 06 2009
Times Read: 1,500
Flower scents
Fishing lures
Perfume
Sexy curves
Bird calls
Mating dance
Craft the words just so. My welcome mat, curb appeal, siren song, won't you come in? Would you like a cup of tea?
You smell nice.
Dim the lights.
Tell me I'm beautiful, want me, see me, damn you, see me, see me. God, please see me.
Eola
06:41 Jul 06 2009
Times Read: 1,539
I went ghost hunting in Natchez,
In the deep south of cotton and rails
Looking for signs
In hallways and cemeteries,
Laden with maps and camera straps,
Speaking to the past
And entreating it forward
Because I cannot touch you.
I went seeking spirits
In the river and hills
And found none but the one I brought.
You won't stay in your box,
The one with my good garnet earrings
Where I laid you these many summers past.
Stop the clocks.
Cover the mirrors.
I opened the shutters;
The summer night breathes
And the lace curtain flutters
On each parsimonious exhale
While I sit deeply entranced,
As surely haunted as any antebellum home
With my own dubious history -
Unsynched, untethered to time
Like an attic window of an era gone by,
A frame for your form to lean against
And peer through to a world we no longer dream.
"The Butterflies are Free"
05:40 Jul 02 2009
Times Read: 1,575
She seeks me.
I languish a lifetime
And die in the moment
Spent longing for her.
She seeks me.
It is all that I wish for
And more than I can bear.
"“Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true.” - Charles Dickens
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COMMENTS
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Nepherus
05:01 Jul 16 2009
I like it but do you mean emotional or physical scars, sorry just trying to identify harder with the poem
Morrigon
05:02 Jul 16 2009
I don't know but I identified so hard with that poem that I have to wear big sunglasses for a week now.
Joli
05:03 Jul 16 2009
Well, I know what it meant to me, but when you read it, you bring your thoughts and experiences to it and it will hopefully talk to you in a personal way. There's no "right" way to read it :)
placidchaos
05:27 Jul 16 2009
I really like this. I don't know why but it stirred an almost nostalgic sense in my gut mixed with a sort of sad happiness. Very nice.
NOKTURNL
13:21 Dec 08 2019
well written and thought out, I liked it a lot