Okay, here is a cheery thing (not!)
Divine Intervention
As the milk glass moon
Gazed through the lashes of the evergreens
We were in opposite rooms
Licking our wounds
In the dark.
As the candles in heaven
Winked and played with their colors,
We lay bound and gagged
By our pain
Face down.
And as the frozen ashes of our hearts
Poisoned the air,
Even the sun,
could not
Melt any sense
into
What we have become.
Divine Intervention...a poem
Laurie,
Your poem moves me on a very personal level, going back circa 1970. The way the iciness manifest and fragments the atmosphere as well as those within each other's immediacy. I would isolate your most graphic phrases, except I'd be retyping your poem. You did an excellent job of capturing the alienation borne out of pain. I feel WoW'd by each additional reading. It really speaks to me.
~Lizzytysh
Your poem moves me on a very personal level, going back circa 1970. The way the iciness manifest and fragments the atmosphere as well as those within each other's immediacy. I would isolate your most graphic phrases, except I'd be retyping your poem. You did an excellent job of capturing the alienation borne out of pain. I feel WoW'd by each additional reading. It really speaks to me.
~Lizzytysh
dear laurie,
have i been hanging my dirty,smelly laundry in the public,again?do you refer to my late-night rantings about walking the thin line,or just in general?whatever may be,i thank you for your concern!i might romantisize the "human factor"now and again,just to make things more complicated for myself.i guess its a habit of mine.
elazar
have i been hanging my dirty,smelly laundry in the public,again?do you refer to my late-night rantings about walking the thin line,or just in general?whatever may be,i thank you for your concern!i might romantisize the "human factor"now and again,just to make things more complicated for myself.i guess its a habit of mine.
elazar
breathe deep and live
