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Free verse № 58100

Seeing Clearly in the Dark

Member since 2003 · Posted 29 Jul 2003 · 5 comments

July 26, 2003 ~ Seeing Clearly in the Dark ~ I catch a movement or two And make the bed for you Seeing faint glimpses In a darkened room Held tightly and without mercy Sometimes under a curdling sky This love so profound A wound again to my body Love like a wild rose briar Occurring in a moment Sudden as snowflakes under a clear sky ~ But tonight the sky is dark The moons leans into another hemisphere Just last night there was twilight and you An evening of love and deep joy But then the morning came And I had kissed you with my eyes Holding you tightly with my breath The overture held me captive Then on that mid-summer night As we had both stood in the garden With two souls standing strong and erect ~ Why is that I wonder That suddenly the sea stirs Causing sea sickness Restlessly and between In water heavy nights . . . was it merely a dream When I wake up in your bed I know I have been dreaming I held you and felt love Then we sang of songs Which we would rather have not ~ Were we better to see in the dark By daylight words would cause wounds Questioning the content of hours before In urgency I begged you to choose your words You are the nucleus of all my space I love you so much can’t you see But somehow I felt swept back As the light collided with walls Hurting and cutting me deep One perfect rose with a scent of dew still wet Today I shared just a glimpse of the night ~ Tlb

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[n/a] <~> 29-Jul-03/9:14 PM Reply
but, why this awkwardness? fear, of trusting? here, this is what i mean:

"Then we sang of songs
Which we would rather have not"
[7] INTRANSIT 30-Jul-03/5:55 AM Reply
The bad news: S-3 I don't like. S-1 curdling sky/clear sky. keep the curdling. overall, a bit too much. overdone.

The good news: You are tucked under a swans wing. paddle gently. listen to her rhythm. she will share her feathers. best of luck.
[3] god'swife 30-Jul-03/4:07 PM Reply
Sappy is as Sappy does
[n/a] horus8 30-Jul-03/7:40 PM Reply
1. what does dew smell like? Precisely
2. Do you ever get the feeling that you're losing your grasp on the difference between too, and to, and two?
3."When I wake up in your bed
I know I have been dreaming".
probably the most uninteresting observation I've ever had the disservice of witnessing. Congratulation. Somehow I get the feeling you're just a tiger in the sack, grrrrr. lol.
[some number I've forgotten between 1 and 10 oh, 4.]"As the light collided with walls
Hurting and cutting me deep" Jesus homer are you onto some bulbs we're all missing? just maybe.
5. "But tonight the sky is dark" Another brilliant observation. You would be a great babysitter you could be like "well, the child was young and small"? well yeah?
6."And I had kissed you with my eyes
Holding you tightly with my breath" David Copperfield, I will have you know, is cackeling at you, along with me, Jesus, The Devil, Carl Jung, and Castro(?). In other words, Thom, you could make Hallmark cry, but please spare me the trouble of making you cry, by belittling your most inappropriate attempts at poetry I've seen in weeks. Enjoy this and put it over your mantel.

'THEE MOST HONORABLE AWARD OF MERIT IN THE ART OF BEING INCONCEIVABLY REDUNDANT WITH EXTRAORDINARY GLEE IS BEQUEETHED UPON THEE AND YOU'S AND YOURS'

Be blessed sir, there's a poet in you somewhere. Perhaps you should go watch hamburger hill and get those juices flowing, because sir, your poem was shat.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. › horus8 31-Jul-03/3:41 AM Reply
Are you trying to suggest that dew is odourless? I'll have you know that dew smells like freshly cut grass and soil, with perhaps the scent of the odd flower thrown in for good measure. The odour is particularly discernable very early in the morning on a day that is about to get very hot. You, Sir, know nothing, and if anything in this world ought to be odourless it's YOU, walrus8.