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Streaming...

Contributed by zenmind on Saturday, 10th November 2007 @ 03:41:14 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems




Silence, somewhere, flails its arms and runs
into ancient carvings smashing them
with its indifferent fingers
and emplores suddenly that within the great stillness
is the black night charging at incredible speed
toward us.

Beneath the foundation of our lives
we hear it whisper something and nothing
other than what we cannot see
understands its hisses.

We are the snakes that hide in caves waiting for answers.

Emphatically, another one arrives, a new born
crease, placed between two pages of notes, who
drunk, one month ago, the one bellowed and became two,
or three. He is the one, the other, and the crease
between them.

Constant motion within these pages. These lines try so hard
to draw a straight pattern, ink blots undisturbed, future tenses
spoken of infrequently, blending worlds of language,
the slick barrier of water embraces them.

We live to live.

Free of thought, emotion-
less, even in them answers to nothing
and no one dares to describe
its face.

Whatever we are demands a chorus,
a verse to become
the one we love to repeat--our favorite
one to sing to one another
when we're driven forward
together, arriving in the same space
wherever we are.

Dozens of us gave in to it.
Now, even alone, we sing as if we are a part
of its natural progression--to rise above it,
and still swim below the current.
And on the other side we hover--here, each suspended
like paintings hung in the gallaries we haven't been,
but wish to see.




Copyright © zenmind ... [ 2007-11-10 15:41:14]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Streaming... (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Monday, 12th November 2007 @ 10:34:58 AM AEST
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Musings set down quite well. This kind of poetry rarely gets the limelight, but there are times when it's absolutely what must be written.

Andrew


Re: Streaming... (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 14th November 2007 @ 08:16:22 AM AEST
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i love your language, your imagery...
every line, stanza - just packed with amazing description and details.

you have an amazing control of language at your fingers, a beautiful gift.

and you just let it come out of you, let it write yourself - which makes it truly that much better. beautiful writing should write itself. makes it more raw, more realistic, etc.

- Bethani -




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