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Wed Jun-11-08 06:24 AM
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The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Wed 6/11/2008) |
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Eden
Nights your fingers circle the blue thorn patch. Your mouth
at my side says nothing. Count the willows, the green-struck leaves, the tipped stars. We sleep in
the wood grove, your back to the snake- branched tree, the riverbed. You fill
everything: my neck's damp hollow, knotholes, the moon's sorrowed face. You have said my breath begins
inside you, each of my slivered bones, my hair, my lips. All winter
I have searched for myself in other things — stone, red earth, honeycomb. You mention the outside, its rawness. Death, I believe in that, think of the desire between us, of my want — the char-lit sky, the mountains, how each echo is an end we cannot live without.
Amanda Auchter
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Wed Jun-11-08 06:49 PM
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Wow, how very beautiful this is...
The use of language, and the imagery, is second to none...
...You have said my breath begins
inside you, each of my slivered bones, my hair, my lips...
Just stunning!
Thank you...
:hi:
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Wed Jun-11-08 07:22 PM
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Wed Jun-11-08 09:09 PM
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4. How each echo is an end |
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we cannot live without.
Haunting.
BTW, I may not reply to each poetry thread, but I do read them all. Thanks for the effort, Retro.
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