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Array ( [sid] => 183364 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Tiled Visits [time] => 2016-07-13 08:08:34 [hometext] => Poking around in the dark for my muse [bodytext] => Scraping along,
with the rising sun,
the same bathroom floor,
every morning,
clean and dirty in cycles,
it advised in echo a need for me to visit me;
pay a mind to the insides,
see the ticking parts.

With my rake I jumped down into my throat,
past lungs and fissured heart,
then echoes reminded me upstairs
the answers ticked on warped gears
and spindles bent over years
of foul attempts to wrong the right.

Climbing up again, my lungs laboured
for air I took care to toxify; a gift
to my demise;
the poet, I saw, slumped in a corner,
gasping with dismal eyes; enough life left
to throw a /'/why?/'/ in the irises-
a tear slid from each of us for
what we had become.

A blink;
the bathroom floor,
rising sun-
my odyssey saving the poet
for a few more tiled visits. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 260 [topic] => 69 [informant] => Invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => poets )

Tiled Visits

Contributed by Invierno on Wednesday, 13th July 2016 @ 08:08:34 AM in AEST
Topic: poets

Scraping along,
with the rising sun,
the same bathroom floor,
every morning,
clean and dirty in cycles,
it advised in echo a need for me to visit me;
pay a mind to the insides,
see the ticking parts.

With my rake I jumped down into my throat,
past lungs and fissured heart,
then echoes reminded me upstairs
the answers ticked on warped gears
and spindles bent over years
of foul attempts to wrong the right.

Climbing up again, my lungs laboured
for air I took care to toxify; a gift
to my demise;
the poet, I saw, slumped in a corner,
gasping with dismal eyes; enough life left
to throw a /'/why?/'/ in the irises-
a tear slid from each of us for
what we had become.

A blink;
the bathroom floor,
rising sun-
my odyssey saving the poet
for a few more tiled visits.

Copyright © Invierno ... [ 2016-07-13 08:08:34]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Tiled Visits (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Wednesday, 13th July 2016 @ 12:11:45 PM AEST
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this was really interesting, the poet looking at himself looking at
himself- as we poets all do:)

hugs n love nessa

Re: Tiled Visits (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Wednesday, 13th July 2016 @ 12:20:56 PM AEST
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I LOVE this! Bravo for being brave enough to go inside and poke around.

ming

Re: Tiled Visits (User Rating: 1 )
by Odessa19 on Thursday, 14th July 2016 @ 09:54:19 PM AEST
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Looking within is always so amusing.

There/'/s who I am,
who I think I am,
who I want to be,
and this other self - who just finds it all so humorous and entertaining.

I enjoyed this. Thank you!

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