Stepping off
Into a cloudless sky
and there is no one waiting
only you
Ever and only
The sweet refrain you have always sung
I have tried turning away but
Our hands are
covered in graffiti
the obscene artistry of our
desires in towering letters of many colours
the way they spell out your tag and mine
intertwined against the flesh
allowing no easy out
no shameless removal of interest
Tonight
against the back drop of
the blue aching sky
will write our sex
in pastels and marbled hue
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
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Lovely poem. lovely imagery.
I really think we are only ever alone here really. Other people can accompany uss for a while and from time to time. But ultimately we make the journey alone.
The revolving door of our lives Moon
People will come and go as you say,
enjoy them for the time they are with you, because even if it is twenty years, thirty years or more, in the end, the time will seem too fleeting, your moments together, gone so quickly.
Savour those you touch and met
In the end, yes , your journey will be alone, but you can have a lot of friends travel with you on the way if you wish it so.
Oh, and did you see Kathy posted on Oz?,you should go read it, its a beautiful piece, like she used to write once upon a time.
Worth the look *smile*
I'll go see
mmm very nice. Funny, I don't really remember much of Kathy's poetry from back then. Or anyone's really, even mine.
I remember enjoying Dennis Greene's poetry quite a bit. And Paul's sometimes.
Mostly I was put off the poetry by the monumental egos of the poets concerned. Their pompous self important pronouncements ... eeeuuuw ...
Dawn used to write some lovely moody stuff back then
I was never a huge fan of Pauls stuff, it was far too spartan for me, not emotive.
Dennis was amazing, true, and Dawn could really write something lovely.
Clint could really put pen to paper though, he was a stand out for me.
really? Clint was always too crude for me. He used to make my stomach queasy
I always look for that transcendence in poetry. You know? Something to lift me above the ordinary and mundane.
Clint's poetry used to drag me right down into the mire of the most unattractive aspects of the everyday and rub my nose in it. I never appreciated that.
mmm...but sometimes, he just hit the topic on the head, remember the one about toenails rising up and worshipping him? lol, it was truly out of the box stuff, yes he was crude at times, but there is room for that also I think, it gets the message across.
transcending is good, I do agree, and I know what you mean
One would have thought a blog about poetry is probably the last place you would find a money making idea, but maybe thats just me being old fashioned lol.
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