The ocean is angel's wine, the sky is the breath of earth,
The trees are the dreams of saints, the lightning the tyrant's word
My spine is a spiralling feather, my feet are sunlit clouds,
My hair is wire and ashes, my eyes are swimming fishes
Her skin is the colour of morning: her breath sings the night into being
Her footfalls, light upon the floor, send messages to the stars.
There is a space between us, when we lie together:
Shimmering with all the stories, and all the songs.
Author notes
Written at the Top Pub in Uralla during a mild opium and bourbon binge. Sea to shining sea.....
Please tell me what you think, honest though::
Comments
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Loved It!
I've never done Opium, but it seems its made you create something cool.
The imagery was fantastic and the whole mood and serene feeling I get from the reading is quite delightful. I would say, at some points the poem wanders, but closes brilliantly in the romanatic light you set for it.
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Joseph you are an overly romantic type, it sickens me to the core of my bitter, bitter... core. Keep off the opium! It's making you use your talents for sap.
Why are the trees the dreams of saints? Perverted old lies of mortal men what is so grand about them?
Nay just say I'm a jaded old fool and your vision offends my melancholic disposition.
You have good words and you know how to use them, you are a poet and a good one
ps stop penising my girlfriend for inspiration. -
Excellant/imaginative
Very well done indeed my friend. For some reason an old song came to mind while I was reading this. It starts out: I write the songs, the whole world sings...". I'll try to find a link (footnote):
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The first half of this strongly reminds me of The Alchemist; journeys and learning the world and one's self. The first ( ) fragment seems heavy and awkward...maybe
"since birth I've been searching for what I know I will not find" or something? Of course, that's just my two nickels. Regardless, I enjoy this write!
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