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nothing quite that was ever...

Contributed by zenmind on Friday, 21st March 2008 @ 03:17:46 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Nothing quite that was ever
quiet as rain in the early
mornings of our recollections,
we travel on the backs of sparrows
drifting, irrevocably pungent--as long as we have eyes
we have no right
to distrub cautious equillibrium
caught in the soft hair
of wings.

Whatever it was, was indeed
clever--ly scribbled
with crooked words,
spooked minds--never that sane--
was the line I kept repeating,
I’ll never gloss by, chosen
in my prince-wear-attire, given
blankets for the others, stripped
of gratuity, without license, identification,
glory of the state--as long as we have eyes
we have no right,

and scewed, the camera lens lied
by misrepresenting the angle of attention,
I’m an old sack of meat locked in the freezer
out back. Perhaps the guns on the rack
will protest the pull
and fire upon a screaming nest.

We’ve isolated the source.
Comfort-able
it’s stable outdoors now that nothing flies
through the cloudless sky--The Sun
tells stories of creation,
creatures encapsulate strategies of adaptation,
and at night find themselves in the moon.

Georgeous movements of tissue and flesh,
muscular drive bends delight
found out now, nothing quite that was ever
quiet--in this must have
bellowed,

our hoarsness derives from our inability
to judge, compare, contrast, and draw
conclusions from observation--instead,
our obsessions
contrive the rest from the unskilled labor we exert
unthinkingly, missing the guise of our digressions
tied to our lifeless limbs.

Copyright Â© zenmind ... [ 2008-03-21 03:17:46]
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Re: nothing quite that was ever... (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Monday, 21st July 2014 @ 12:02:22 AM AEST
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being as you said it was experimental- ::the first stanza is to
me a poem in itself, exquisite, beautiful, stunning; the rest is
lovely also tho it seems like the first came easy and flowed
yet the rest was a bit forced, ...all in all you are a wonderful writer:)

hugs n' love nessa

for first staza::
@->>->>--

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