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Array ( [sid] => 117259 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Orange Threnody [time] => 2006-03-28 22:05:55 [hometext] => I don't want to live in the past or the future, and the present is still under review. [bodytext] => This is the fourth ending:
this is the way (they say) the sun
has died, dies, dies.
Behind us we cast sober stars, all amber-magnificent,
in spangled requiem. Ashes to ash.
As dawn sings its way
across the sky and through our veins,
the dirge is almost done. Mourning yields to morning.
Nevertheless,
grave-dirt caught under our nails,
we, greedy, hoard words in our throats.
Stagnance: just safety
with a negative spin. Last night’s sunlight
lies thick on our lips.

In the new day’s light our hair gleams gold, miracle gold
ready to fade like yesterday’s saffron,
but he calls it yellow

he knows just one word for
yellow.

On the roof we dangled legs
haphazard, stirred the sky and egg-yolk sun;
heels beat gentle against the wall
and his toes were pointed
down.
We climbed; he
tumbled down amber-magnificent, hands splayed
against concrete. Wind ecstatic in his hair.

Now
the roof’s gone stale, his mouth says.
Face tilted like a daisy to the light,
he’s seeking new flavors, new ground beneath his feet,
shooting snapshots of sunsets
for their beauty.

We, rolling tears in a thousand dead shades
of orange,
hug the concrete
lest it forget
the space between his fingers.

We burst with words stored up safe behind our tongues. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 572 [topic] => 21 [informant] => ShadowDaughter [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Orange Threnody

Contributed by ShadowDaughter on Tuesday, 28th March 2006 @ 10:05:55 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

This is the fourth ending:
this is the way (they say) the sun
has died, dies, dies.
Behind us we cast sober stars, all amber-magnificent,
in spangled requiem. Ashes to ash.
As dawn sings its way
across the sky and through our veins,
the dirge is almost done. Mourning yields to morning.
Nevertheless,
grave-dirt caught under our nails,
we, greedy, hoard words in our throats.
Stagnance: just safety
with a negative spin. Last night’s sunlight
lies thick on our lips.

In the new day’s light our hair gleams gold, miracle gold
ready to fade like yesterday’s saffron,
but he calls it yellow

he knows just one word for
yellow.

On the roof we dangled legs
haphazard, stirred the sky and egg-yolk sun;
heels beat gentle against the wall
and his toes were pointed
down.
We climbed; he
tumbled down amber-magnificent, hands splayed
against concrete. Wind ecstatic in his hair.

Now
the roof’s gone stale, his mouth says.
Face tilted like a daisy to the light,
he’s seeking new flavors, new ground beneath his feet,
shooting snapshots of sunsets
for their beauty.

We, rolling tears in a thousand dead shades
of orange,
hug the concrete
lest it forget
the space between his fingers.

We burst with words stored up safe behind our tongues.

Copyright Â© ShadowDaughter ... [ 2006-03-28 22:05:55]
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Re: Orange Threnody (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Tuesday, 28th March 2006 @ 11:14:44 PM AEST
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This is impressive work, Nora. The language is, well, it demands one's attention. I think the first and the last lines were especially worthy. All in all, powerful stuff! Good and long(ish), a fine read.

Ahau!

Andrew

Re: Orange Threnody (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Wednesday, 29th March 2006 @ 12:21:29 AM AEST
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I should like to hear you read this one day when your hair has gone all silver and the whole world has long since learned your name. I have this absolute sort of feeling that your voice would be the truest of trues and your eyes would reflect the recollection of the everything that this was when it was set to the page.

It's extraordinary, Nora... in the very same way that life is, that people are. This... my, yes!... is poetry.

(Oh and I would, I definitely would, extract the phrases that most moved me and note them here - but it... well... it just doesn't seem right to take this apart, you know?)

~Snem
(who is so very happy she came here this night)

Re: Orange Threnody (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Wednesday, 29th March 2006 @ 02:54:25 AM AEST
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start to finish you have left me in awe.
the style and tone of it, the play on words and images cast throughout... well. I could ramble forever and never come to exactly what I wanted to say. Incredible !
Michelle

Re: Orange Threnody (User Rating: 1 )
by Dri on Sunday, 2nd April 2006 @ 04:01:27 AM AEST
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my god... you make me want to keep writing, despite the trouble. this is well written, artful.

Re: Orange Threnody (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 6th November 2006 @ 11:32:42 AM AEST
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heavy duty poetry try chilled stuff less brain drain

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