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Seven Times The Colour Of Fire

The phone rang to disturb my drunken stupor
Midnight was looming large pouring from the exposed walls,
The night was breathing like a serene tumor,
My eyes grew curious like dried waterfalls,
So I answered and heard a voice as divine as a great macaw
And even with my dumb ears I recognized the voice.
She was calling from where life goes to thaw
And asked me over to her house on the day of noise.

When I went a sullen husband answered the door
A stranger with a noseless mask of pride.
I carried two bottles of wine and presented him with one to store
And the other I clutched to my thirsty side.

She hugged me so lovingly when she saw me,
Her floured apron got in the way of our waists
She clutched me like milky life clutches the tree.

I tore her away from me to get a better look at her;
Her hair was made of sleeping vipers
Her feet clung to the ground like branches
Her domestic clothes lit a pyre on life's crimes,
In maturity the cross I knew she bore is lightened.
"I am so happy to see the unbelonging Child
Has found the Sun."
At these words her husband's ungrown face
Lit up like a proud sunrise.
"How are you?" She innocently asked me
"I am how you see me."
I replied moving my gaze into nowhere.

We spent most of our time on the dinner table
Eating courses revived from her mother's books.
Her husband couldn't help tell his favourite fable:
"Love is only perfect if she cooks."
And I saw his twin heads begging for their own blood
O and she laughed, how could she laugh
Is this for what she traded days of smiling through the mud?
He excused himself for he hadn't had a wink and a half.

We were alone, she went to clean the dishes
Her eyes wore a majestic veil of emerald
And she shone with the brilliance of gold wishes
Her grace only the brightest star could herald.

She spoke to me but my drunken ears were drowned in the myre
For I look at her and what I am and I weep for what could have been,
My regret is seven times the colour of fire.

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  • Love-Lee
    November 28, 2007
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    Wow!

    This is amazing! I really loved it the story the imagery the passion, and the choice of words jst a stunning peice it is! Not exactly what Iwas looking for but it is heartbreak and it is ammazing thank you so much for entering I feel I have had a priveledge to read this!


  • Applehead
    November 17, 2007

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    "When I went a sullen husband answered the door
    A stranger with a noseless mask of pride." aahh stubborn pride cuts of its own nose.. I like it!
    Wow this reads so well. Your pace is excellent and words are compelling it keeps you wondering.

    "She spoke to me but my drunken ears were drowned in the myre
    For I look at her and what I am and I weep for what could have been,
    My regret is seven times the colour of fire."

    aawww wow I love this... blissfuly heartwrenching!! good stuff


    "The night was breathing like a serene tumor,"

    Although I find this highly amusing I am puzzled as to what you are trying to get across? lol

    Even so a most beautiful poem from beginning to end.


  • Dragomiloff
    November 15, 2007

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    "She spoke to me but my drunken ears were drowned in the myre
    For I look at her and what I am and I weep for what could have been,
    My regret is seven times the colour of fire."
    This should totally be in a song or something. It's just an amazing story, with the most beautiful ending lines. In all honesty I like it better than just about anything I've ever seen.


  • Atrophya
    November 15, 2007

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    this is sad and the story is quite interesting.

    i am sorry for this. love and these kinds of relationships are never really easy.

    i am sorry my friend.


  • irishmidnight
    November 15, 2007

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    Amazing

    I had to reread this one about 4 times...it captivates me...draws me in...I can visualize the entire scene...every emotion drenched moment...it's a breed of poem i've never read before. And I do believe I like it...love it really...And the words you use...are what makes it all the more amazing!!! I wouldn't think that this would be the type of poem that would catch my attention...but im glad it has...beautiful emotion...stunning write!!!

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