Ah! Wild the berries plucked
in craving sweet
and recollected
from Love's future memories;
the blood of juice in blot:
beloved surge of want,
of need,
of wheedled woo!
To mold the curved one,
the lovely muse, the marked madman;
oh, that beastlike passion
passing through a silent, sacred song
as some misplacement, wrought
from right and wrong
and rhymed in rhythm of a timeless,
sightless, mindless,
grand fixation;
thoughtless braille
that spills sharp textured pricks
in morse code of mode,
immortal in its vast commotion,
wave on wave of heaving feeling,
breathless, yes, this broiling
brouhaha,
that twists the calm
to discomposure ...
Deliver me
from poetry
and its glorious
obsession!
.
Author notes
Ah. How excellent an extravagance ... my beloved poetry.
In a list
A contest entry
- Winklings Celebrates its 100th Contest (A Series) - Contest K by Lyndon.
6000 points, ended August 13, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderful! The abandonment of these words...
enticing and rightly assigned to that
creative expression known as poetry. Love
the berries in the beginnings as you "pluck"
those emotions and thoughts ripened.
Blue
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This, poet, is an extravaganza to state that the expense of love is not a waste of spirit but it can be a gentle weapon of satire. Lovely work.
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I rolled through this...
an undescribable perplexity of the brouhaha of thoughts in alliteration and vivid language. You have captured the deep essence of a desperate feeling in poetry.
From a paradox of 'recollections of the future,' to the personification of love as Love, it is a brilliant poem you have written here.
You took me on a journey of words and ideas and told me of the innermost torment and joy of the poet.
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Good stuff.
Right up to the last line I was wondering about the deja vu.
" ... morse code of mode ... "
" ... immortal in its vast commotion ... "
Damn, but your words feel good in my mouth.
Thanks for this.
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I feel theincredibly deep welled up strength here.
Beautifully crafted, into a song of desire and deed, pulled from the depth of detail, and a near drunken delirium of ecstasy.
I cherish your words Mine.
May the seduction find more permanence, in long unified giving to you both, and your beauty reflected from our eyes.
Love,
Devon
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It is so true poetess, good luck in the contest
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You strike me speechless with a silver-sweet tongue. This bud of love has already proven to me a flower which has dedicated its' beauty to the sun. Methinks some gold will grace your mantel in the near future.
I loved it.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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Imaginative use of words and word-combinations; intelligent content and, to cap it all, you've made the subject of poetry sexy! An excellent piece.
Bill
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I am so glad to see someone actually use the exclamation mark properly! I keep seeing it used badly that is is a surprise to see it used correctly. One thing I dislike in poetry is capitalisations of words such as love. Personally I think there is no need for it? What do you think? In your fourth line.
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