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rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
edited November 2011 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
what is hollowed out by crickets and chimes the distance.
is where I cry in that which sounds the night. in what
makes the night that dark is where I am now. it
takes me several times to figure out. I find no
consolation with what I'm writing. there
never was us two, just me alone. It's
always been just me and what i
imgained. its just this time
there is no imagery. It's
just this time there is
no image me. Its
just this time
I'd measure
more you
less me
more
you
we
I
am
not
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  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    potent words, and a curve vanishing into the distance, like the genie going back into the bottle.
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

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  • Chip McFlenniganChip McFlennigan Posts: 1,162
    A fucking tornado of sweetness.
    I knew it all along, see?
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    Rollings wrote:
    what is hollowed out by crickets and chimes the distance.
    is where I cry in that which sounds the night. in what
    makes the night that dark is where I am now. it
    takes me several times to figure out. I find no
    consolation with what I'm writing. there
    never was us two, just me alone. It's
    always been just me and what i
    imgained. its just this time
    there is no imagery. It's
    just this time there is
    no image me. Its
    just this time
    I'd measure
    more you
    less me
    more
    you
    we
    I
    am
    not

    I like how you made this one look too. :thumbup:
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    pretty incredible stuff
    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
  • brianluxbrianlux Posts: 42,038
    Breathtaking, Rollings. The form fits the thoughts so well. You've outdone yourself. Bravo! :clap:
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    thank you all mightily
  • pennceepenncee Posts: 16
    One
    And
    Only
    Alone
    Nought
    Timeout
    This time
    Measures
    Upsidedown
    Tangled knot
    Two heartstrings
    I always imagined
    We would hear them
    Strumming the love song
    That was our breakfast battle
    I never imagined they wouldn’t
    Chime the war cry of our goodbye kiss
    Within the sound which measures the distance
    Inside the hollow knot that makes the night that dark
    Strangled heartstrings hum to my words and measure who I am—now.

    Consolation in Rollings' Hollow
    I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing......Only I will remain—Dune, George Herbert
    In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!—Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
  • brianluxbrianlux Posts: 42,038
    penncee wrote:
    One
    And
    Only
    Alone
    Nought
    Timeout
    This time
    Measures
    Upsidedown
    Tangled knot
    Two heartstrings
    I always imagined
    We would hear them
    Strumming the love song
    That was our breakfast battle
    I never imagined they wouldn’t
    Chime the war cry of our goodbye kiss
    Within the sound which measures the distance
    Inside the hollow knot that makes the night that dark
    Strangled heartstrings hum to my words and measure who I am—now.

    Consolation in Rollings' Hollow

    Nice! Keep the circle going, Gang of Poets!
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    nicely constructed poetry
    seriously
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    penncee wrote:
    One
    And
    Only
    Alone
    Nought
    Timeout
    This time
    Measures
    Upsidedown
    Tangled knot
    Two heartstrings
    I always imagined
    We would hear them
    Strumming the love song
    That was our breakfast battle
    I never imagined they wouldn’t
    Chime the war cry of our goodbye kiss
    Within the sound which measures the distance
    Inside the hollow knot that makes the night that dark
    Strangled heartstrings hum to my words and measure who I am—now.

    Consolation in Rollings' Hollow


    That is just something.

    "Consolation in Rollings' Hollow"-- wow
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