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chadwick
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inside lowered skies
a deadlock has risen quite sideways
something from cold deadly-nightshades
hidden & transparent
no passages of light given a hand
everything left alone
sunken like a ship
cornucopia has without reaching into niceness
a starving child
rambling mother completely disheveled
lost & forgotten here
hope has a friend named hopelessness
silence bestowed has sound
madness recalls no more
even winter wheat fields do not sway in song
a joke fixed upon church mice hiding within skywalls
almost bare & ragged peoples on their knees
under generously painted ceilings
a wandering owl sits listening atop a barn loft
while virgin snowfall tries as hard as it can to bring calm
neither (are welcomed)
all are negatively charged
as souls are sold like lamb bones
to dogs from butchers
"if hungry
boil boot leather or buffalo hide & consume"
a deadlock has risen quite sideways
something from cold deadly-nightshades
hidden & transparent
no passages of light given a hand
everything left alone
sunken like a ship
cornucopia has without reaching into niceness
a starving child
rambling mother completely disheveled
lost & forgotten here
hope has a friend named hopelessness
silence bestowed has sound
madness recalls no more
even winter wheat fields do not sway in song
a joke fixed upon church mice hiding within skywalls
almost bare & ragged peoples on their knees
under generously painted ceilings
a wandering owl sits listening atop a barn loft
while virgin snowfall tries as hard as it can to bring calm
neither (are welcomed)
all are negatively charged
as souls are sold like lamb bones
to dogs from butchers
"if hungry
boil boot leather or buffalo hide & consume"
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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you remind me of an old friend
he was like an awesome forrest fighter...
when i was a kid (5 yrs old or so) i wanted to be a firefighter & i also enjoyed fire
to this day i get semi-erect fireside & beg to split wood for the firepit
& thank you
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
as bashful snow-clouds detour
2,3,4
a leaning tree's body tries hard
some things can't be
perhaps hiding would have answers
she brings sad in her now knitting basket
it was her husband's favorite for picnics
a knock sounds
scratching
?do you see what has been sold
feeling confused is a branding iron misplaced & slowly found again every time
short term could last forever here
so we may as well open those wooden crates downstairs
we'll have maybe crowbars & brass lanterns
no electrical mounted units
none are wired but the air there
yet dead & without that kinda knowledge
she'll be in her best dress
flowing you'd see her as transparent
opened windows wrap around her body
constantly & as steady a rough moon pushes her along
she's closed
she has left
off track to some degree not yet measurable
she will vanish
she is sumptuous as peacock feathers displayed across slowed evening dreams
the nap of great willows
the sip of cold spring water
the taste inside fine broken china
a hole in the ceiling where sunporch music evaporates with dew
where she plays
where she runs slow motion until forever
2,3,4
each intended star for her eyes faces up
she is having stone paths etched across endless universes
some miserable without touching color
others are worlds danced & dazed in grand butterfly displays
waterfalls spill open all her endless years
we could have a looking if our feel can go there
2,3,4
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Your writing - wistful yet harsh too (kind of like you! Please take that as a compliment). The words in the initial passage...they remind me of cold blue-ish moonlight reflecting on snow; can be comforting or bitter; maybe both?
Strangest Tribe and No Quarter give me that imagery too.