If I were not a poet
Would it be any easier
Cupping you to my mouth?
Could I, for once, not
Fold under you; as I do
the same to tame a love
From going South, or in.
Back to the core of what
Sound does to lips, tongue -
- Ear-drum, muse -- From
bigger states of being
Used, then let loose.
To change it all.
God is in me, has a name
Auto-didactic, versed & lame
Slides between columns
of ancient architecture
And caricatures of legend
With heroes from Forever.
Whispers: plays, and lore
Sings: hymns and more, than;
Say mother, or doppelganger.
When it moves I feel the
swallowing of ends, and the
manufacturing of origins
My tongue sleepwalks with -
- Shamans, and reasons to be
More than a few consonants,
but instead long moans of -
- Truth with perfect pauses
of pure infinite silence.
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Written October 20th, 2004
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Truly amazing! I love the rhythm and imagery. And I love how the last 2 lines wrap everything up! I love reading poems of this nature. You have true talent.
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I'm kind of confused right now, but in that good way when you've read something mind-blowing-ly deep and your brain can't quite absorb it all.
This is very well written and is a prime example of what I wanted from this contest. The vast variety of images you used were awe-some and gave a sweet respite from the usual cliched ones.
I think that in some ways the way you played around with the punctuation (the hyphens and semi colons and stuff) was a little distracting at points of the poem. But it wasn't bad either.
Good job on this. Thank you for your entry in my contest and good luck! -
Beautifully written. I like the rhythm each line holds and your use of vocabulary.
Cheers,
~Tal~ -
gorgeous, indeed, sensual and writhing softly through the reader...
Congratulations, H8
much, much within and most deserving... -
truly, a beautiful poem, sensual, tightly contained, yet boundless.
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Gorgeous, sensual and yes, love of words so, so...
simply a stunning piece...Congratulations! -
lovely poem, so beautiful to read aloud. your poems are so complete, and as vast as the heavens...i love reading you.
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Billy Squire
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Cinnamon toast crunch
stenosis demonizes askew
aphrodite
hubris, hubcaps
avacados
lick
"lonely is the night, when you find yourself alone"
Sandy Bullocks -
Perfect!
Wow this is lovely. It has a great rhythm to it, your language is immensely enrapturing, I love your tone and your phrasings, and the details. I just think this is a great poem, it is very atmospheric and I relate so well, I fell into this poem, like it was from my own mind, although I could never say this the way you have. Thanks for sharing and keep up the good work! -
clinamen tessera
kenosis daemonization askesis
apophrades
hubris, hubritis
calvados
hic.
(Still ist die Nacht; es ruhen die Gassen) -
This is a stunning piece. The way you describe such a heated love affair with words and sounds wakes me up to the symphony of such that you are creating here. The first stanza is perfect, the rhythm and rhyming used with a flawless brush stroke exactly when necessary. The ending thought starting with "My tounge sleepwalks..." is amazing, I find my self just searching for the words to describe it, but really how does one illustrate the beauty of someone elses words with their own...it's just too difficult, so I'll leave it at that. Simply beautiful. I'll for sure be reading more of your work.
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