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a piercing belladonna much fairer than I;
the darkness of light so blatantly displayed
let us not speak caustically of rough edges---
slicing into the white that is unwarily fading grey
but only honor the truth of sciagraphy
which speak an abditive fear to bleed or breathe
the silent voices of a violin or quite a few
clashed together in careless lines and eyelashes
solo...
expressing a catly need to penetrate
a great boundary set by demons before us,
demons who are us
it makes one wonder, wander, linger-
for whither in an unfinished portrait
I never thought I'd find the right place
to take your hand...
the darkness of light so blatantly displayed
let us not speak caustically of rough edges---
slicing into the white that is unwarily fading grey
but only honor the truth of sciagraphy
which speak an abditive fear to bleed or breathe
the silent voices of a violin or quite a few
clashed together in careless lines and eyelashes
solo...
expressing a catly need to penetrate
a great boundary set by demons before us,
demons who are us
it makes one wonder, wander, linger-
for whither in an unfinished portrait
I never thought I'd find the right place
to take your hand...
Literature
Loss
It is more than death: a loved one
vanishes into a gathering of ashes,
and still they are not immortalized
by that lump in the throat, that sense
of wrong, that homesickness, that love-
sickness--the unnameable, named. Baudelaire,
I am an unhealthy man now--
this is past forgetting, past frailty.
Age has whitened the crass lines
of my hair; apathy has sewn through
my thinning lips, has stilled each finger
from touching keys, or ink to paper.
Although I've shown the eye of each grape,
how they watch from a neighbor's unkept yard--
I care no longer about the sweetness
of their juice, or the miracle of finding
sense and hope in l
Literature
Birdcage
Nothing ever happens the way you read in the history books. In war there are never two armies, there is only a field of men. Never a number of dead; but individual lives snuffed out. That is what the subject of history is, years shelved and decimalized. Birth and death, graphed to the simplicity of lines. Great wars a footnote to the next great war. The achievements of men and women plotted out against the bookmark of day, month and year.
And somewhere amongst this, my mother breathed. Somewhere danced in now long-closed nightclubs, laughed at jokes told by a younger version of my Father. And then the unpin-able moment she fell in love with
Literature
The Broken Wall
Milo woke up one morning in a different bed than the one he had gone to sleep in. Even so, the bed he was in now was still his own. He looked up at the ceiling and saw patterns there that he had never seen before and yet he knew they would be there. Sunlight slanted through the window in a line different from what he had expected.
He spent the rest of the late morning wandering through the house. It was full of knick-knacks from places he was sure he had been. Every thing that he found there was his. Every thing that he found there was new to him.
In a daze, he sat down at the kitchen table. His mind was running, but it was buzzing, too. He
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I have no idea whether this stands alone, but for now you'll have to deal
this is the result of a 'writing-test' from my dear adopter *fluffythemonkey, who asked me to write a poem based on a piece of art. The artwork unfortunately is still next to my hand as I type (lol) but I'll scan it onto my Aviusaura account sooner or later. For now try to make sense of this
and excuse the cheesy preview-- it's only a rose brush from ps7 ^^
-- my new obsessions....
this is the result of a 'writing-test' from my dear adopter *fluffythemonkey, who asked me to write a poem based on a piece of art. The artwork unfortunately is still next to my hand as I type (lol) but I'll scan it onto my Aviusaura account sooner or later. For now try to make sense of this
and excuse the cheesy preview-- it's only a rose brush from ps7 ^^
-- my new obsessions....
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I won't critique this until I see the picture. Seems kind of pointless to do it without, yeah? ^_^