I shall never be
worshipful of reminiscence's blurred reflections
nor its commandment that death wage a solemn loneliness
upon bright and living flesh.
I seek the music of infinity and its ribbons in skies
and cut God's sun to shreds
within your shadow cast
upon a canvas span —
though colors and lines invent limitations,
I’ll breach God's needless, mathematical pretension.
Fingers, mine, ply oval wood a long, brush length.
It bends to your coffin’s moan, it
flows your shadow to curls
of my reminiscence
so warlike, liquid,
a melodious woe
of oboe notes and insect gangs
upon a chaotic venom song
whose master, the mouse, they feed as king
while the rat whose grin, a cathedral, pale,
runs chaotic music
of pumpkin batter lips
and marbled milken eyes
as coffin’s writhe, silent, to the music God fakes.
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My brush flows a banshee tune,
a panther scream within
an ardent, forgotten breast
as witches whisper from dew
and sway upon its jiggling hips,
lands, glides, roams
... spreads a pink and opal rue
a memory of lips, shadows upon a canvas span.
Wren wakes through ruffles of dawn, swoops
petals of dusk.
We flow away through the brush.
Let God tend the canvas decoy,
as we careen his mere sunlight to ribbons.
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Now that I can finally sit down and comment....
I have looked over this poem many times, printed it, and have it hanging on my wall with small little thoughts for in between the waking and sleeping world. I find that your strongest lines is in the repetition of God's divinity, whether a passing mention or not. No matter how much I try...I've read the entire poem with and without the second stanza, and it's the strongest most central point I think. There isn't anything else I could say other than it is written in complete brilliance.
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yeah, it is the second stanza ... i wrote the entire poem around it ...it is poem by itself I wrote awhile back and put aside for a time when I was inspired enough to give it a more complete vehicle, for i felt it needed to have poetic flourishing and promised, I felt, to give rise to some beautiful thoughts on god and death and life and love ...
you are amazing
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Yes, I see...well...I like what you've done.
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