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my piece of claymy piece of clay Posts: 116
edited December 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The Passion of A Woman

Wading in mercury
pencil in her tiny wings modestly temporal poetry
The magnificent natures' of each feathered thorn, quills burrowed deeply in those things frame her...
a depiction of chakra wing and bone distressing and luminous in the chrysalis body
shapely, tensely, genteel wearing out her painted pearl in the night shade of linens and longings...
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  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    Reminds me of a less cynical Heaney, specifically "bone distressing", a wonderful phrase.

    Nice work.
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
  • my piece of claymy piece of clay Posts: 116
    Literally my bones are distressing
    Frida Kahlo and I share similar spine. Now I get to write full time, yay!!!
  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    my piece of clay wrote:
    Literally my bones are distressing
    Frida Kahlo and I share similar spine. Now I get to write full time, yay!!!

    does it inform your work as much as it did hers? :)
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • my piece of claymy piece of clay Posts: 116
    catefrances wrote:
    does it inform your work as much as it did hers? :)
    My fucking ear!!!!
    Getting closer everyday fucking day, I don't even want to have sex anymore, vanity,. I smile at you and cry.. I don't know anything for sure accept for surgery and poetry... I'm gonna be okay, promise you that...
    Vodka tonic, two limes please...
  • my piece of claymy piece of clay Posts: 116
    My setlist tonight was as such

    The Concert
    (by Edna St.Vincent Millay)
    A Pair of Compasses
    The Cowgirls Hymn
    Stowaways
  • my piece of claymy piece of clay Posts: 116
    The Cowgirls Hymn

    Lonesome
    Cowboys lie
    brittle and dry
    under tombstones
    the old bones are all about rest in peace and dust
    Tangled in heather
    And tumbleweed tassled
    Flannel grey felt weathered
    I'm in the big empty
    Caught in the stirrup clouded sky
    blowin a kiss
    in my turn
    at the rusty vane
    Is my sorrow
    tears are my rain
    of what will never be tomorrow
    a Rio Grande
    state of mind
    floats the path
    of the eagles feather
    and I want to fly by
    my past memories
    pains I am not able to touch but to see and know that they are always there
    its a question of fate
    In a lost horizon
    I'd say to you
    where grows the
    cactus flower
    you don't want to hold
    and can't keep
    my little thorns are heaps of nothing poetic
    In rocky no water creeks and irons mined
    ore and fools gold found was worth only something in the ground

    So far
    and bareback
    I'm a lone rider
    in the bullshit rodeo
    barrrel racin' black horses against my nightmares
    only to be lost
    In the ghost town
    lookin' for what and a fight in boo's, I'm bound
    to wander for love
    woudn't have her...
    Cowgirls want outlaws
    to hang with
    the likes of nuisance
    and legends of Annie,
    The James Gang,
    and some Billy and kids that go, bang!
    Their stories we fired
    sang and desired
    that is my cryin' shame
    And where is
    Sheriff Wayne
    when I need him
    to hang me
    twistin' in the rawhide
    a rope chain choker,
    the only jewel
    around my neck
    is me the diamond noose
    so drop the deck
    that I may fall like a leaf and dangle my pretty feet over life's barren
    and lonely desert...
    How I did fall into your arms,
    my homestead of oasis'
    to be singin' his stingin' ramblers rhyme
    of cowboy sins and how they past the time
    are the hums of the cowgirls hymn
    and I died a little more tonight...
  • my piece of claymy piece of clay Posts: 116
    Or are they???
    I'm walking around the museum. Writing trying to get words I wrote down

    The outwardly movements of mountain, I lived to tell her stretch to tell her seige...

    I was remembering Mt St Helens cause I was a kid I witnessed her blow to all hell,

    I round the corner and right in front of me is a big picture of Mt St Helens!!! I didn't expect that!

    YaY love it when this happens!!!
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