I told the sun of winter lips, in proper scolding
through blue-eyed quips,
that I was higher, grounded writer
fingering slithering, icy rays of lighter resentment,
where pain is always too wild to rest;
reconstructing falsehood's descending quest
through self-anointed hero,
naked, as branches in November death,
freezing soul-ground, echoing zero.
It is never in the speaking word, that love is denied,
but hollow's wind
still weaving frosted skies, untried;
sanctifying leafy skeleton clinging to youthful limb,
as broken shoulder smothering stranded rider
bewildered by glimpse,
that ground
where ashes call the shadow,
my borrowed night,
clinging to the fall.
I am length to tear at lying muscle,
recalling sugared drops in last week's maple promises,
tapped to bleed in taste, and treason,
my new escape to blending season
beyond the doubt of Nature's reason.
Give me one last line to say, I'm sorry,
that making time
with rushing rhyme
leaves skin so lonely,
these hours open,
in breasted, winter conversation
exploring soul's new way with finger,
by cracking bone
of braver singer.
Author notes
I broke my collar bone in a freak riding accident last week, and lying on the ground, I felt my ego, as leaf gone south to deeper carpet, everything I held as me, was such a borrowed gift I claimed as rightful ownership...such a lie...now waiting... for another chance to dance my mountain.
In a list
A contest entry
- Liar (s) by CarolDesjarlais.
900 points, ended November 30, 2008, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Excellent work as always. So pleased to see this honored with a wonderful trophy. I am sorry too, to hear about the broken collar bone. Mend quickly dear poet.
Congratulations. ~Pamela 
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Absoltuely stunning writing, poet. Your are an imagist, to be sure. Bravo, of course.
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Those blue-eyed quips are flame to thaw cold winter lips...
Braver singer, in the ache of hollow winds, where the rains freeze at soul-ground zero, you leave gorgeous tracings upon the pages of heart that winter shall never have...and are indeed a writer of higher ground. Scold on!
Karen
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Oh My~
Powerful weaving of words my Friend and line:
Give me one last line to say, I'm sorry~
tugs at the Heartstrings...
Excellent as always with images to swell the eyes
Pain can resonate through syllables and sound
in Heart~ one beat at a time
Another Wonderful weave~
my borrowed night,
clinging to the fall.
Thank You for sharing Your Heart and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
Best wishes in the contest too
with much love & light~ Desire~*~
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i'm thinking of you ...this is so beautiful, Rich,
"It is never in the speaking word, that love is denied,
but hollow's wind
still weaving frosted skies, untried;"
i've missed both you & your poetry around here so much=)
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"where pain is always too wild to rest;"
"my borrowed night,
clinging to the fall."
Ooohhh, these lines especially got to me. Since I'm completely changing my previous comment, I'm not getting ANY points for this, for any of those out there who care about those sort of things. 
Now that I understand the actual details behind this penning, I can hardly say "lovely" & scoot merrily along my way. Your writing is always beautiful, of course, no matter the subject. But this piece...this is a slice of raw pain almost too much to bear. Especially knowing you were all alone, my dear Friend. 
What a horrific thing to have happen, especially knowing you ARE such a professional, intuitive rider & understand horses so well ~ it just goes to show ~ accidents can happen to anyone at any time. I'm so sorry you're hurt, but so very happy you're home & recovering nicely...let alone that you have the fortitude to write something as grand as this, to boot. Impressive, Sweetie. I hope you heal quicker than lightning. 
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"It is never in the speaking word, that love is denied,
but hollow's wind
still weaving frosted skies, untried"
So true those words and so very beautifully pressed here against this page. A very poignant piece of writing this is - as always.
~ Nicolette
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