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The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.

Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet

(you tell me to be
quiet,

dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)

tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name

my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words

you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)

I want to go home

the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leav

He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.

The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.

But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a

Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.

PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint

with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.

Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –

survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,

how many graves are we standing on, today?

SisterSister

A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.

A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.

I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!

I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
to come,
in the future.

Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this

A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit

Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
No pain

Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
perfumes
(learning
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
despite
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)

dance with the gypsies
'till noon
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
of continents
and the faultlines
emanating from
your spine,
but still
so, so graceful)

sing with the nymphs
in tune
(your voice,
it's growing old,
raspy even.
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,

and tones
still octaves
powerful)

be nestled in a king's arms
soon
(oh, you precious
little thing.
how

Riddle My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

What am I?

A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.

Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.

Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!

I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even

Why meI wanted sleep very badly
I tried my hardest to rest
I closed my eyes and laid there
But sleep didn’t come easy
I would doze off
And wake back up
Again
Why me? When I know I have to be up at 3 AM.

Seaside HolidayI am content
to stay
a caterpillar

Who says
you have
to change?

What's so great
about being
a butterfly?

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Where has the wind taken you?
She whispers to the dawn
From a tower windows lonely view
She cries that he has gone
Out beyond the distant waves
That crash upon the shore
Far beyond the hope she saves
And will forevermore

Can the storm clouds sense this pain?
As they darken dismal skies
With thunder roll and silver rain
They echo all that lies
Deep within her shadowed soul
And through her heavy heart
Where grief has gouged a bitter hole
And torn her all apart

I would take her fragile hand
And gently dry her tears
I would conquer all the lands
To quell her aching fear
I would stroke her golden hair
And whisper her away
Fro

Under Oblivion

The dead air bleeds
A subtle hum
All but obscured
By a depth of silence
Resonating
With echoes of emptiness
The sound of darkness
Mesmerizing
Sundered thoughts
Into an abyss
Of vast numbing peace
Below awareness

One hundred steps from oblivion
Yet it feels so close
So awe inspiringly real
So featureless
And gripping
I am held
By a tendril of eternity
Gently, insistently pulling
Every empty overcast moment
Across the sunlight
Of my soul

Fallen so long ago
I can taste the dust
Of my broken dreams
In ashes
I feel the warm wind
Of every never was
With regret
I can sense tomorrow
In the faded shadows
Of today
I f

Just Pasted

I guess it began for me
With frigid winter falling
Across a hazy memory
Your smiling voice calling
To me a mystery
A happy one
That spoke to my beginning

I remember fading days
That turned to summer nights
The darkness burned away
Into the fading light
Before the back porch
The fire pit
Embers burning in my mind

I can see you standing tall
In a shining winter night
Spraying a magic waterfall
To make the ice just right
On double blades
My breathless wait
To etch the memory in my mind

Basking in the summer sun
With tigers in the breeze
You said they would surely run
Past autumns turning trees
I didn't care
If they go

Lost In Darkness - part two

* * *

Within his thirty odd years of life Jacob had seen his
fair share of blood, particularly when night time cast its'
Shadow upon the world. To say "His life is like a canvas
awash with the scarlet hues of the nectar of life." (As
Halarin Gesic part time philosopher full time drunkard once
slurred.) Would be close enough to the truth. So close
in fact that many would consider it a perilous statement to
voice. (Halarin was somewhat inebriated at the time and
spoke in little more than a whisper.) Behind Jacobs'
jaundiced eyes blood, in warm runnels or gushing wildly
from an open throat, flowed like rivers of gold ting

Dying day

The hawk sweeps like a dream of grace
To the upper branches
Seemingly unaware
Of the blue black dawn sky
That wraps it in silent...
Whispers of the momentous
Slide elusively around my soul
Yet not through it
Becoming indistinct murmurings
In forgotten tongues
I once knew

Dawn wrapping my world
In a perfect shade of blue
I am a silhouette
In the stillness
Entertaining telephone lines and treetops
With visions of grandeur
Time slows in a drawn instant
Pretending timeless hopes
And other fallacies
Mysteries lost
In solution

The hawk slips like a dream of grace
From the upper branches
With a single call of warning
It her

Attrition

I called this emptiness
That surrounds you
Summoned it from old scorn
Molded it with quenched fire
With all my desire
To see you lost
In gray dawns
Seeking sunlight
In vain

I created this tapestry
That entangles you
Wove it with flayed fears
Knotted it with used lies
With fabric that dies
To hear you echo
In muted colors
Slowly fading
In pain

I envisioned this horizon
That envelopes you
Contoured it with subtle scars
Colored it with myriad blues
With all my bitter hues
To taste your despair
In vivid tears
Tracking sorrow
Like rain

You sowed these thoughts
That empower me
Grew them from withering words
Gathered

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by ~summerdies, Mar 30, 2002, 3:18:12 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Moving through the perfection
From a distance so deep
The pleasure is almost lost
In seamless, cloudless
Granite gray skies
And your eyes
Blunted by uncertainty
Alight with anticipation
Watered by wind
Raining, fading color
Echoing the overcast.

Upon these abandoned streets
Swept clean by late afternoon
Within these wild crosswinds
Blurring the winter white sun
I am the ghost of mourning
The promise of old pain
Losing distinction
In your smile.

Offering a warmth so compelling
A phoenix risen from the ashes
Of long burnt bridges
Lies two empty lanes away
Beyond stagnant shadows
In sunken doorways
It beacons
With subtle gestures
Eternally, hauntingly, audibly
Whispering through
The wailing wind.

Share this glance for a moment
Accept this silent offer
Of surrogate sunshine
Accept the invitation
Of this secret smile
Grasp this proffered hand
I will lead you through
What might have never been
The threat of storms
Over shifting seasons
Into the quiet calm
Of candlelight.

Within this room shadows dance
To the somber flow of firelight
Born in this moment, in your eyes
Rising above me
Lost in the scent of your hair
Falling in waves
Auburn oceans caressing
The supple shoulders
Of spring.

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Ritualby ~summerdies

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About last weekend.

`rebelchic Jul 30, 2002

"In seamless, cloudless
Granite gray skies
And your eyes
Blunted by uncertainty
Alight with anticipation
Watered by wind
Raining, fading color
Echoing the overcast."

:cries:

brilliant once again.

~lubov Jun 27, 2002

~eternityforgotten May 30, 2002

so beautiful and touching...
with a very effective ending
lovely word choices and imagery
this is... simply beautiful :) (Smile)

a pleasure to read, thank u so much for sharing

~lorelaiv May 27, 2002

I think this poem goes under the instant fav category!!
-----
I ride wild storms all through the night,
Dark, hear my call, obey my might...

~fae13 Apr 8, 2002

'Accept this silent offer
Of surrogate sunshine
Accept the invitation
Of this secret smile
Grasp this proffered hand
I will lead you through
What might have never been ...'

brilliant. your words, forever honest, tug at the heart.
i identify with this.
well done!

-fae

`dismarum Apr 4, 2002

I've told you that you always write so well...

In all honesty, one of the most enjoyable to read poets on DA, imho.

You have such a way with words that just flow over me...great imagery and everything is loaded and layered with nuances of emotion...

The first stanza drew me in like nothing else...

Lovely!

-Dismarum-
~I just want to be real...~

°jsenn Apr 4, 2002

This is a beautiful poem. Spunj13 says it is full of melancholy, then there is an aspect of it which is not so sad. I think that also. Truly there is melancholy, then there is life. It gets entwined with the melancholy, twirls around it and brings one back to love's tactile sensation. I don't know how old you are, but there is a wisdom here born, it seems, in the "living" of life. (it isn't easy to see death and understand it's purpose, or pattern in life.)
-----
j Heart

~madspeed Apr 1, 2002

Amazing, impressive work that moves.
Great job!

-B.

~ngnd25 Apr 1, 2002 Writer

A very well written poem. The words seem to dance.

ngnd25

~novacaine Apr 1, 2002

I have read this one 2 times now and each time it hits me anew. This is a very beautiful poem. Most definitely going in my favorites. :) (Smile)

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