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F L O U R E S C E N T .. .. ..cornucopia
Hallowed be thy past
the tallow stained skins
stretched beneath this
tempered sun
Strident and bold
the menace of wind
against the basking
heart beating bold
Cold stream fauna sink
its thick lost whisper
think
A television landscape
down soiled halls
calling lost souls
from vineyards of dreams
resting like sleeping birds
shiny as gaunt arrow
offerings on spirit mounds
Move through the light
shinning like a frost
and your eyes spell costs
of all the rotten principles
broken and wasting
you collect well coins
and finger bones you said
the scent of the dead on
your soul and damp
tethered anarchy on those
wings you never used
"I walk therefore I can"
the pirouette and point
pony shadow legs thin
and perilous
against the panelling
an eye catching light
in your best drop dead
look
You said poetry was a lock
in which words would hook
you always picked and chose
chapters for bargaining
letting the dust become
unsettled from the frame
when you swept in
vibrant and unfocused
your carnival desires
petulant and spoiled
in nights speckled delight
all dark treat manners
festive in the coming
call of rain
and that pall
that slinks
like blood run ink
sealing envelopes
of passage
sealing passions
of pursuant deeds
Comments
judyanne
Tue, 2012-08-14 10:12
i really like this -
as i really like all your stuff esker
but i'm at a loss to establish fully what you are saying
the title - especially the 'cornucopia' gives me a clue
but it is one of your more cryptic writes (lol - more cryptic than usual i mean) and no matter how many times i read it i am still confused
it's not that i don't like cryptic, but this one would take a thesis to deconstruct..
great word usage to indicate the never-endingness of everything
the 'sealing envelopes / of passage / sealing passions / of pursuant deeds'
hugs
judy
xxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)
Esker
Tue, 2012-08-14 13:41
Pandora
there is a reason records are sealed
that myths are made never to be deconstructed
Geronimo and his horse were said to be kept
hidden along with Genghis Khans gravesite
I am happy that a learned person as yourself
rewards me with the "thesis" application of my work
I am not that smart nor clever
words are spells sometimes
names of the dead and past are left that way
for many reasons
Love is not something that the heart can conquer
but a madness once tasted
flows through the chambers of passion and madness
Many reasons for being alive
sometimes we think we are alive
and some
essence awakens us to a level of being
be the merest of inklings
the briefest of touch
the cryptic of words
Thank You
Esker
Thu, 2012-08-16 00:52
there is another work of mine that remains
somewhere here The old Orgami Old Neopoet archive
or the other site Ive been writing on since 2004
I dont tend to write for myself
but there are personalized works that I come back too
keys for my domain realms
the rooms of safeleavings
....
this is one of them........................................