wordsmithy Posted April 2, 2014 Report Share Posted April 2, 2014 Poetry fans, does any of this move you and/or read well? (spent some editing the poetry I've written in the past five years) Heart The table the floor the walls were forced out with every heart beat it was though the room and body had become connected somehow the blood from hands had rushed to the head forming gross grotesque plastic limbs so foreign to the reflection that I thought I could detail in a sketch but uncertainty only gouged out lines abstracted even more so alien it’s a hollow empty sound encased in something that despite its lack of content produces the mechanics of movement generates words from fingers sweeps limbs in the right direction and hardly ever falters so sit in the dark and embrace it turn off the light and find an empty chair see senseless eyes following senseless shadows these ghosts on a wall taste salty tears and that briny wine you drink as the sun so high in the sky you'll never touch it as lines are drawn down down down to the man who shuts himself in silence staring back, staring back at you float, you’re a king of the cell you survey: time matter and space, all insubstantial and nothing now nothing matters, nothing at all you’re a scientist, father, magician and the royal son inherit royal blood good blood tastes of wine and liver but a writer has ink for blood. I want to be a real thing or nothing I want to be a king or an ant I want to be all life or all dead I want to be filled or emptied I am given to dust and the sound of wind echoing off a wall as the seashell mimics the shore and nothing more ever-more. Tomato Kiss I haven’t got the guts to be sad or angry without a drink in my hand Like that dark haired dark eyed boy who died That one with the tomato kiss He disappeared with a drink in his hand From the dents in the door To the scrawling on the wall The photographs torn up, stuffed under the bed or in a draw Those old etched in curses Is all that is left Of words washed away by tide Eroding life and memory Even a grain of sand Is god to man Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
moonbeam beth Posted April 3, 2014 Report Share Posted April 3, 2014 Hello Sk, Thank you for sharing.... float, you’re a king of the cell you survey: time matter and space, all insubstantial and nothing now nothing matters, nothing at all you’re a scientist, father, magician and the royal son inherit royal blood Sorry I have not learned how to extract the text properly yet!! I love this...so..neatly expressed... Well wishes moonbeambethxxx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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