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Letter to T.
words appear
like rusted knives
out of
storage rooms
friend from
an age of blue irises,
do my words
seem strange now?
woman or a dance,
or poet of the evening,
have you grown any older?
do words from old poems
give you an uneasy shiver,
at times?
and why are we talking of words
so much,
why are they
celebrating pain
in their
animal hearts,
and calling it art?
let us be silent instead,
remove the blades
from our dreams
stand barefoot in the garden
at dawn,
beneath the homage
of birds
to the preserver of light
and pray
for an exorcism
from the ageless whispers, vicious.
barefoot,
not searching, but believing,
not mourning, but in rain.
9 comments:
wow, love the first stanza, words like rusted knives, brilliant!
and why are we talking of words so much,
why are they celebrating pain in their animal hearts,and calling it art?
and pray for an exorcism from the ageless whispers, vicious.
barefoot,not searching, but believing,not mourning, but in rain.
simply Phoenix lines...love them.
this poem hits like one of your old poems which I liked as well.
I mean the same sharp poetic intensity.
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u've finally written, i luv u man
Very allusive, whimsical and powerful!And must I say you are, as always, very very enigmatic and equivocal?Whoa.....ur diction is the weirdest I've ever seen and it evokes brilliant imageries of magic realism.Loved the wry sarcasm in here as well!!U r a genius....there's no better word to describe you, I guess.
look Inam... they all loved the poem :D
i stumbled on to your blog about 5 mins ago and i am entranced. thank you for your poems.
barefoot,
not searching, but believing,
not mourning, but in rain.
loved these lines. spurred a verse;
unclad, like the day we were born,
barren onto where the sun shone,
but bequeathed by your silence,
waiting to cry in the falling rain.
Awesomeness! Very powerful, I love the references to art throughout :)
let us be silent instead,
remove the blades
from our dreams
Mystical! I loved this!
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