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Grey Skies
Contributed by
Dom
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Friday, 15th August 2008 @ 04:12:07 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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My eyes are weighted and empty.
It carries down to the base of my throat,
The heaviest point,
And spreads to legs, arms,
Each finger held at my side with an elegant gravity.
Upturned lips are an effort –
It isn’t easy going against the grain,
Not when my hands are straining
Towards the earth, rooting me down.
They left me weighted in a cornfield
Under a succession of smoke-grey skies,
Garlanded with mists and crowned with raindrops.
Time moves in a strange dance here,
How long life has been like this!
Sometime a white band will near
On the horizon, and I,
Stalled and staring numbly
Think, Only let it not be too bright.
Copyright ©
Dom
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2008-08-15 04:12:07]
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Re: Grey Skies
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 15th August 2008 @ 04:54:35 AM AEST
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" Upturned lips are an effort – It isn’t easy
going against the grain, Not when my hands
are straining Towards the earth, rooting me
down " . . .
This verse is the pinnical of perfection, the
evidents that advocates my former statement
and convictions, that your poetry is the
quintisential reason they coined the phrase,
Masterpeice . . .
Ben . . . |
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Re: Grey Skies
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by ladyfawn on
Thursday, 4th September 2008 @ 08:33:33 AM AEST
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when i was a kid i laid between rows of corn and stared at the skies, now that im older i muchly appreciate this, the depth is so beautiful! excellent write
hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: Grey Skies
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 6th October 2008 @ 08:26:26 AM AEST
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Dom, I felt my own body gravitating towards the earth as I read this.
Now THAT is powerful poetry. (the power of suggestion is a rare and
special talent). I can't help the feeling of hopelessness floating around
your words. A grave sadness that moves the heart to tears. What
you have described here almost sounds like the body's dying emotion.
It's very last breath.
DAMN! This is more exceptional with each read! Excellent work, hun.
~ Breezy
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Re: Grey Skies
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by elle on
Saturday, 18th July 2009 @ 07:42:11 PM AEST
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I totally agree with breezys' comment. . . I felt every word & am drawn to read & read & re-read, almost addicting, the lure of feeling what
you've written. Might I add, that this must be what a scarecrow would feel, if it could feel. . . (all, but especially the last three lines) at sunrise!
Great write, indeed! :) elle |
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