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Crisp
a sky crumbles into dusk
violet and vermillion flames
the symphony of voice in the trees
the undulations of waves
there are birds cutting currents
and beacons offshore
beyond the island dream
the paper is succint
and free of the cellophane
the aroma wavers
in bitter streams
the first sharp fire
cupped to the dusk
and the crackle
ride an edge thats
been dulled with
ache forever
honed sharp
and hot deep
within a rib
like the needle
of a star
and the fragment
of a cloud
to stich a wounding
cause
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Comments
lonlyhrtsclub13
Mon, 2013-07-15 13:51
Deep
I like this side if you. Simple title yet I still have to dig deep for the meaning. Two flames..each different..one jaded by various circumstances..somehow have come together..to form something beautiful...if only relationship could be so simple.
Keep Writing,
Carrie
"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"
Esker
Mon, 2013-07-15 13:55
articulated edge
tooling...paper...leather...hair cut..
structure...
face card....
viscosity in blurred edges...
sullen..sultry swollen
swerve
etc..
an off note
drawn
like the passing
and the scent
arriving
...
words...
lonlyhrtsclub13
Mon, 2013-07-15 13:58
words
Can be anything you want..can mean anything you want...like those two flames...
Keep Writing,
Carrie
"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"
Race_9togo
Mon, 2013-07-15 19:16
I share lonlyhrts
opinion of this one. Although I must say that your poetry seems to have taken a harder edge during my haitus. Still timeless, thought-provoking and moment-stopping - the qualities I love about your work - but with perhaps a touch of anger added.
Excellent stuff, keep writing.
Respectfully, Race
"Laws and Rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" - Race-9togo
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/Race_9togo