Such perfect kisses as we seek,
or words
each anchored by the weight of suns,
or sins,
Mr. Pollock searching for a new color
underneath that Bleary winter star,
as if you, waking,
burdened by visions
decided, with firm resolve,
to be this or that
even
if
everything must be put aside,
and this
perfect kiss
would weigh and weigh
wrapped in heavy words
your fingers stained
by each failed color
that you choose
when awake is the only choice you have.
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Written February 7th, 2005
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Painting souls leaves stains ...
no matter how Masterful the touch ... -
stalker that i am.
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I'm not trying to be rude, but I had trouble following this one. Let me see if I've got it: he loves a girl, but he is afraid to lose her to . . . what? A different course in Life? Her dreams? Maybe I'm missing something, but I didn't get this one, sorry!
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Lute, my dear sweet Lute, it has ben far too long since I last read your dazzling poetry. This makes me look at that great fantasy where Sleeping Beauty was awakened by the weight of a single kiss.
"with firm resolve,
to be this or that
even
if
everything must be put aside"
Those lines remind me of my atypical day. I have so much to get done but prefer to do this. LOL
A thought-provoking writ here my friend.
Much Love,
Renee
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Good write, the imagry is very vivid. It seems painful as the person continues their search, and always comes back to the inevitable ending. great poem.
~Jessa~ -
Yup.
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I know. I know. I know....dammit.
It is a desire - a wild crazy lust - something akin to what I felt the other night outside when I wanted to bite the bark off the trees. Or what I feel when I sit all day playing with words and the laundry doesn't get done for days or the kids don't eat till 8PM. Or me being in my pj's till 2 or naked outside at 10. It is enough to make a person mad. It is. It is. It is. Isn't it?
It is why I love to be alone. It is why I love to love. It is Everything and Nothing.
This is very pretty. I love it and loathe it.
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Wow, this is so romantic and well written- I liked it a lot Fantastic write, keep writing because this was fantastic
All the best,
Pozo
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Is that true what UB says?
Someone trying to be something they are not...at all cost to themselves?
"your fingers stained
by each failed color
that you choose
when awake is the only choice you have."
Nah not the only choice. We all have choices it's just some of us continually make the wrong ones and in that case the eanie meanie miney moe method is as good as any.
And of course this isn't about Sid. Lute don't even know Sid and it was a wicker stand down on Wiener Blvd...UB confused. Besides, Sid didn't smoke, well he did but then he decided to ween himself off by switching from Chesterfields to one of those ultra lights and then quit altogether because he didn't want to be seen buying or smoking sissy ciggies. (can't blame him for that) Though since then he's been a huffer, or so I'm told, but that might not be true so don't say anything.
Desiree -
oooh, so silky, L-Man...at least the phrasing...
yet...the content...oh my...speaking of someone trying to be something they are not...at all cost to themselves...kind of like selling the soul...just to get a taste of that thing they believe they want so badly...
ah, but the taste of that kiss is nothing but a dream...for it never materializes...is nothing more than the puff of smoke passing the lips as the cigarette burns out in the night...
like it
UB
...course Des'll come by and say it's about her old bf Sid Pollack who used to own the hot wiener stand on wicklow... but she'd be wrong...lol
Edited on Feb 07, 12:25 because 'typo'.
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