Papyrus flesh,
thumbed out wineskin,
spirit leaks from
your eyes.
Your passenger spark
bleeding memory
darts into the fabric
of space.
"I" slip into enigma
that is too
wonderful to
conceive.
I wear my
nothingness
every
where.
Author notes
Written August 2nd, 2006
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Like reading this the second time around.
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Lovely last line . . . packed with meaning.
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Hello Carole
I am glad your collection was recommended to me, a fellow senior. This poem marks the signposts along the path I also follow, and serves as an appetizer for further exploration. I will return!
Terry
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sactly we are all, and therefore while empty only vessels.
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Exactly.
Hi Carole!
I love the second verse especially.
Mia
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Superb. One becomes all and nothing...as we progress through our journey.
Very Zen in concept
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wonderful read. You have such great metaphors and I'm amazed at the power such a short piece can evoke.
best,
rachel -
Chubby enigmatic. Par for the course. But he is correct, there nothing that we can really hide about ourselves whereever we go, thus, despite our masks, we are naked.
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Invisible ink,
spirit eyes fading into visiability,
heavens' veil
brail. -
ed gets the best comments.. lololol
but i love how this slips under the moon.. not showy at all
me likes.. nothingness
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nude
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"Naked"? Can you elaborate?
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naked
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That second stanza is pure beauty. Really. Something about it "entangles" me. A beautiful piece.
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excellent
Excellent writing!
best,
rachel
please return the favor. your opinion will be much appreciated.
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