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Array ( [sid] => 147531 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A memory of self unformed. [time] => 2009-01-20 19:14:23 [hometext] => [bodytext] => A memory of self unformed.

I played as a child.
The living universe breathed,
As I delighted in my simple seductions.
Alive in myriad forms the universe, she
Caressed me.

I valued tinsel for itself,
The days currencey was paid in leaves.
The credit of the night,
The shadows in the trees.

I embraced the blanket of darkness
To play at astronomy,
Name a star. Aristocraticaly.
I dreamt beneath an open window softy.

The sweetness of berries & their vulgar stains
Coloured my mouth.
I would play vampire in the sun
Cherishing the sweetness not of neck, but nectars.

All play was a riot
All child's play.
Always drowsily dreaming,
Away any school day.

Then books I would breathe in,
Thier words.
Oh! Grandmas what big eyes and glasses you both have.
The love of the word became my inheritance.

I ran in imagination
Drinking from the sweet wellspring,
Which gargled up clear water
unformed, overflowing & free.

All time was mine.
But the rodent hour,
Brought forth on a sleep somewhere,
Somewhere, something scuttles in the deep.

Then away with such heaviness
& into the dew drop bracken
Of spring's lovliness
Again, I would be free.

Oh! Father, Father forgive me.
I misunderstood your meaning
& fled your work & scheming....
But I must run & play...
And play was my work &
my work, my shy joy.



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A memory of self unformed.

Contributed by incognito_bombastus on Tuesday, 20th January 2009 @ 07:14:23 PM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous



A memory of self unformed.

I played as a child.
The living universe breathed,
As I delighted in my simple seductions.
Alive in myriad forms the universe, she
Caressed me.

I valued tinsel for itself,
The days currencey was paid in leaves.
The credit of the night,
The shadows in the trees.

I embraced the blanket of darkness
To play at astronomy,
Name a star. Aristocraticaly.
I dreamt beneath an open window softy.

The sweetness of berries & their vulgar stains
Coloured my mouth.
I would play vampire in the sun
Cherishing the sweetness not of neck, but nectars.

All play was a riot
All child's play.
Always drowsily dreaming,
Away any school day.

Then books I would breathe in,
Thier words.
Oh! Grandmas what big eyes and glasses you both have.
The love of the word became my inheritance.

I ran in imagination
Drinking from the sweet wellspring,
Which gargled up clear water
unformed, overflowing & free.

All time was mine.
But the rodent hour,
Brought forth on a sleep somewhere,
Somewhere, something scuttles in the deep.

Then away with such heaviness
& into the dew drop bracken
Of spring's lovliness
Again, I would be free.

Oh! Father, Father forgive me.
I misunderstood your meaning
& fled your work & scheming....
But I must run & play...
And play was my work &
my work, my shy joy.







Copyright © incognito_bombastus ... [ 2009-01-20 19:14:23]
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Re: A memory of self unformed. (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Tuesday, 20th January 2009 @ 11:31:21 PM AEST
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My comments these days are as lame as my poetry but I did enjoy this read.

hen away with such heaviness
& into the dew drop bracken
Of spring's lovliness
Again, I would be free.

I loved this....... well the entire poem.

Hugs
Michelle


Re: A memory of self unformed. (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Wednesday, 25th March 2009 @ 12:08:30 PM AEST
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so wonderously descriptive & the language you use, breath-taking. . .
a capturing of some bygone time amid your private joy. . .
thank you for sharing this. . . peace. elle




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