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v i s c e r a l ...........
effigy
terse longing
we have strung out our bows
swiftly
the cool iris intimate
the fletching ready
steady on the knee
like a proposal
I hear the tenderness
of your ghost
it makes me cry
release and
realize
that love is meant to die
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Comments
judyanne
Fri, 2012-11-16 07:27
esker
yes i love this
nothing else to say
nothing to crit - just want to read and enjoy
i especially like the occasional rhyme
love judy
xxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)
Esker
Sun, 2012-11-18 20:38
Judy Anne
we have the glorious benefit of artist and artwork here
Poet and Poem
all the barnacles the humble
and the vaulted throne
Letting go is so very hard for me
visualizations of a crystal heart
at a distance.. (30 yards)
and an arrow
works
We were raised with long rifles
and I found typewriters
I remember the jewel fish eyes
and lashs of the deer
staring at the blue where their
freedom had come and gone
so we had food through the winter
I remember the Periods and commas
of the common fonts of my machines
I drew longhand letters to penned muses
and how they speak still of these and have
them carefully stashed in their homes
with their hubbies and children
I dont think Love itself is Meant to die
but that Love dies with the mortality of those
most closest to us
a pain that most feel
I was haunted for years
and occasionally still am
facing them
is so difficult but a need
that must be accomplished
a friend of mine is an accomplished
archer now Compound and learning
longbow
there is a different philosophy that
goes with this
and he is slowly teaching me
the perspective
his wife is supportive and his proteges
are talented
I set aside weapons long ago
even as a sport
but despair
frustration
futility
hurt
an intense love
to hold onto the intimacy
all there
that ache
longing
hunger
numbness
its the symbolic shot
to rest
Thank You Judyanne