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submitted to Venus. . .
Contributed by
elle
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Saturday, 24th April 2010 @ 01:09:56 PM in AEST
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I take to the edge. . . as if to wash away some false need,
listless, waiting, my body acutely useless
my mind, a spike, an eye in the clouds,
a conclusion inter-acting with a lost rite that I do not understand
but I will submit. . .
a poem hunter stalks the edge as well, in that greedy air
tracking the scent of the sweetest of words,
half-shelled, still hanging in the cocoon that bathed them, bore them,
implored the blackest depth from which they fall.
there will be speaking in tongues,
blessings floating off. . . like laughter from waifs. . .
those small round-eyed mice, how they do seek pleasure.
My scent is sterile gift.
I have given, clumsy. . . monotonous. . .
I have sang out, have cleared the throat of a knot of sounds,
like corduroy leaving a lake, heavy in expression,
pulled through a key-hole. . . solemn, lonely, in pieces, in utero.
standing in a mother's chamber, birthing
& having birthed, sterile
ignited by what God has sent. . .
& so I am the perfect sacrifice
a pinifore of flame
a tragedy of tongues that none can capture
a lost blessing floating,
an undoing. . .
crawling before the red queen of understanding
her eye, every colour,
a crystal ball that bleeds to share, but does not always.
frankly, I think I am no worse for kissing the page,
for tracing the lines of that ink death that howls inside me. . .
for sinking into that splintered bowl, golden with love
& emerging a pained creature whose scars glow season after season.
am I to bless the lost blessings?
always. . . & always. . .
yes & kiss the page & turn the cheek
oh sacrifice. . . I do not flee thee. . .
Copyright ©
elle
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2010-04-24 13:09:56]
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Re: submitted to Venus. . .
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by Breezy on
Sunday, 25th April 2010 @ 12:36:44 PM AEST
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oh my, elle. This is transcending! What exceptional poetry
of emotion here! I am in utter awe. It flows so sweetly and
gently. Your talent for beautiful verse is flawless as is apparent
by this sensational piece. It is dripping with superior imagery
and amazing descriptions. You truly are an exceptional poet.
So well done!! -- Achelois
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Re: submitted to Venus. . .
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 25th April 2010 @ 04:22:44 PM AEST
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a poem hunter stalks the edge as well and finds in its magnificence, a poem written by the infamous, elle, titled, "submitted to Venus". In his rapture, he stands in awe, perhaps a tad puzzled, yet impressed beyond his capabilities of impression.
A flock of images engulf my mind. |
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Re: submitted to Venus. . .
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by lesoleilnoire on
Sunday, 25th April 2010 @ 09:10:49 PM AEST
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The imagery is so beautiful! The flow is hypnotic and the message crystal clear. Magical in every way! I love it!
Heidi |
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Re: submitted to Venus. . .
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by Spike on
Thursday, 29th April 2010 @ 06:23:37 AM AEST
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yes: a chewy, dreamy homage to the palate of the poet and the vulnerable liberation of sharing the raw and the cooked - nothing quite like poetry to make the writer more transparent than the words themselves, to hurt and heal as they take their first breath of new life. Our babies, bless ém then kick ém to the curb.
lovely expression, elle.
S.
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Re: submitted to Venus. . .
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by FleurdeSang on
Monday, 24th May 2010 @ 05:13:37 PM AEST
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This made me weep. I couldn't begin to tell you why. Absolutely divine. I wish I could say more, truly.
~S.
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