[she lies]
smouldered between
dusty planets, a smoking seer
crucified by gray iron gravity;
a dark singularity of uncertainty
swallowing each sighed tomorrow
freshly sketched
.
.
upon that darkling vista
where all futures gamely peer
clustered at mirror's edge,
regret lies in floral flutterings
[and, as she points]
laughter paints each star prick
a signal fire against ghostly nebulae
shimmering in radio hush
.
.
black cowled Charon
sliding the sluggish Styx
for corroded coin
has no breath of you
whispered as [she glides]
in two-step time
astride a frail ferry of fey
upon the tattered ribbon of night
in chase of unravel'd time
.
.
gazing back in silence
upon the luminous leavings
of personal passage
where you trace
with baited breath
the lioness upon the kill
so uncertain of which
you have become
Author notes
Repost of older Piece. Artwork by LA Bennett (aka Artfullyme on AP).
Hah!
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Go figure ..I leave the site for 3 years and what's the first thing I see on your page when I return .. A.L.I.C.E. Between... LOLOLOLOLOL
Can't comment on the artwork GRIN as I've been there & done that .. your poetry often leaves me needing to read and reread a poem a dozen times or more .. and this one is no exception.
The hidden innuendo couched in words and phrases that spin a tale within a tale never cease to amaze me .. so now I have to go away and think .. while I drink my late morning coffee.
in particular this jumps and sets my mind racing
black cowled Charon
sliding the sluggish Styx
for corroded coin
has no breath of you
whispered as [she glides]
in two-step time
astride a frail ferry of fey
upon the tattered ribbon of night
in chase of unravel'd time
well done
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I keep trying to write a line
and get stuck up in wires
copper tasting
magnetic appendages tearing flesh
slice by slice
this sensual nonsense
chopped up by reasonable blades
dreaded angles where light meets light
and it's always dark
she exist both ways
and I don’t know which is more appealing
I guess it all revolves around which down is up
and after all it’s just another reflection
illusion miming choice
nothing without the will to want
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slender miscreant of squandered dedication. her wonderland is a coddled mess requiring postage for a one-ton pistol. where one may see direction, another may see walls. no measure. one hook. hostile lamination to a coat tail treaty. one swipe and it's all gone. nice work, mate...
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Really good to see ingenuity at play.
Fine poem and fine artwork!
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thank you... thank you....thank you ...
I will be back of course......but
thank you..
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I remember this one.
Makes me think Dr. Who these days
but I like it.
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Tom Baker Doctor Who? Or.....?
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Well, the current doctor who for right now. I am obsessed fan, but can't get my hands on the older series that are available.
David Tennant is brilliant, though. A muchly enjoyable Doctor
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