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December 3, 2002
Truly one of the most emotionally evocative poems I have read in some time. As the sun by seamaire hits like a sledgehammer to the chest. If you don't read another Daily Poem this week, scope this one!!
(Selected by ^faithwalker)
(Selected by ^faithwalker)
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Literature Text
Nightfall
As the sun becomes the moon
you climb the stairs up to my room
candles with the scent of myhrr
illuminate the evening's lure
Skin against the sheen of silk
with clarity of fresh-drawn milk
calls the touch of fingertips
soon followed by the brush of lips
Claim my body's beat and breath
divide the senses, blind and deaf
take me on the dusky ride
embrace temptation's hungry side
Fall into the sight of sound
drawn from my mouth as you astound
pull me closer to the ledge
and leave me dangling on the edge
Lose yourself inside of me
until the air calls to the sea
let your boundaries come undone
as the moon becomes the sun
.<seamaire 11/22/02>.
As the sun becomes the moon
you climb the stairs up to my room
candles with the scent of myhrr
illuminate the evening's lure
Skin against the sheen of silk
with clarity of fresh-drawn milk
calls the touch of fingertips
soon followed by the brush of lips
Claim my body's beat and breath
divide the senses, blind and deaf
take me on the dusky ride
embrace temptation's hungry side
Fall into the sight of sound
drawn from my mouth as you astound
pull me closer to the ledge
and leave me dangling on the edge
Lose yourself inside of me
until the air calls to the sea
let your boundaries come undone
as the moon becomes the sun
.<seamaire 11/22/02>.
Literature
Sleep
Sleep
a tsetse fly
drinks its next meal
amazing shrieks
the sun, newborn crying,
is sky ilk
under
a maze of feathery canopy;
the Bandundu forest,
gives birth to a
litter of bananas-
grass covered savannahs,
stubborn windblown maize
yearningly sways
to the river, where
water walking fish farmer
casts a drowsy eye
on a school of tilapia
playing in his bamboo den;
a kihuta viper opens
its razor mouth
and belly,
fresh meat
wafting through
endless horizon;
while decadent sockets,
hanging by swollen neck,
sway
as he is carried to the garden.
Burial grounds
burn slowly
like an old antelope
pulses, waiting to
Literature
AN INVALID SUICIDE -------
My communication failed this morning.
Invalid.
Today I woke up, and my five senses washed away,
on it`s own shore.
Today I woke up, with two bands around my wrist,
with little blood showing through.
It wasn't your fault that my suicide note was
messy, misunderstood, not even read.
Today my insanity kept me alive, to witness more of
life`s wonder miracles. . . of keeping me alive.
My own knowledge made me realize that killing myself,
and staying alive would just be as stupid as killing,
myself and ending up dead.
Knowledge has informed me that you actually care. . .
If I die or live. . .
Live of die.
Today I woke up in a hospit
Literature
The Night
(ENGLISH)
The night
breathes
deep slow moans
come from the roots
of the earth
and bend on themselves
fingers of the trees
tormenting cradeling
in a sigh
they stretch out
like the hands of a beggar
they implore
to turn off
the ephemeral
light
(ITALIANO)
La notte
respira
profondi lenti lamenti
provengono dalle radici
della terra
e si tendono
dita di alberi
straziante cullarsi
in un sospiro
si distendono
come le mani del mendicante
supplicano
di spegnere
l'effimera
luce
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At our local poetry reading, we each wrote down a suggested topic and drew someone elses to write for our next meeting. I picked erotic.
A misheard line from a song got me thinking at the start, and things just went from there.
A misheard line from a song got me thinking at the start, and things just went from there.
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