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renaissance

i.

sing to me with
teeth of gold, as your
armor sweats shadows
into my mold;

sting my cobweb eyes like a thousand
fireflies, and fly the whorls of your
fingerprints

into my inky night.



ii.

for the world opens up its ragged throat
to show us the entrails of its
burning core, and we,

we are crucified upon the hearts
of what we never knew,

die within caresses of
the evening’s gray bones

and swim in the chill
of empty expectation

of ink dripping dread
onto wrinkled words.



iii.

so collect your threads and
plait my carcass when
you find me as the grass,

as the prairie moon howling
towards morning, as the
wind jolting the day awake;

when you find me, eyes closed
to the summer drizzle,
with dandelions growing
from my nostrils and
beetles weaved into my tresses,

do not be surprised,
but lie down beside me

and take the sun
as your lover,
the clouds as your
renaissance.

Author notes

I haven't written in so long!
College has been incredibly stressful.
Just a couple of hours ago, I had a nervous breakdown about all this work and activities I have to do this weekend.. it's going to be insane.

But I calmed down and decided to write a poem to help me feel better. And somehow this flowed out without ANY prompting. I guess that's what happens when you haven't written in forever and have bottled up your muse

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  • crivanea silver member
    August 5, 2008

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    very well penned...i feel the same way sometimes..after not writing for so long..u can stop and write w/o any prompt ...really nice piece.surreal..and the mystic of it just add to its enimga.wonderful poem and good luck in the contest


  • The Burning Year
    December 17, 2007

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    this made me imagine some one who wants to die...but makes it more magical for themselves by just closing their eyes and dying meditatively...closing their eyes to life and existence and immediately becoming something invisible...melting into the earth as a body with no breath...it is vividly exploding with images..

    "you find me as the grass,

    as the prairie moon howling
    towards morning, as the
    wind jolting the day awake"

    for some reason from this point on is when I really started to feel the words swoop through me and I caught it's passion...

    but..I guess I have nothing else to say..as my fingers have stopped moving and so have my thoughts..


  • DrunktankLullaby
    November 10, 2007

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    second and third stanzas were unbelievable.
    first one wasn't bad, either.
    wow. this a stunning return-to-writing piece.
    it doesn't even have a hint of rust... it's totally fluid and lovely. so congratulations... I always suck for awhile when I come back after not writing. you managed to pen brilliance.


    • freestallion
      November 10, 2007
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      Thank you so much! You're too kind

      I'm trying to re-word the ending...it just doesn't sound good to me. We'll see...

      thanks =)