Choked

Posted: August 19, 2012 in Uncategorized
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cherry stone clock

counted in the flesh

stars that mattered,

green eyes of an August

moon appeared from afar,

flesh would not yield,

yet still firm redden moist

no mirror would disturb

the harmony,

yet a thousand hooks

would soon pierce

seek and find

that immense seduction

spoiling darkening flesh,

marked and bloomed

with mold a billion

years old,

consuming it to earth

fertile and subtle

leaf litter and sunlight

before the awkward frost,

for the moment it held on

time was precious.

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Comments
  1. This conjures up so many images for me…well done.

  2. Miryam says:

    Me ha gustado mucho
    Gracias por pasarte y dedicarme tu tiempo
    Ha sido un placer descubrirte
    Un saludo

  3. Archna says:

    Mmm, this is lovely, Chris. Feels so light with liquid energy. I love the weight of the stars and the moment of leaf litter and sunlight. Very nice. :)

  4. catnipoflife says:

    Wonderful imagery within subtle sensuality!

  5. There is a subtle sensuality in this too. A lovely read.

  6. coconutspeak says:

    The imagery is insane, thus making it perfect for a bipolar like me! Love reading your work my friend.

  7. ManicDdaily says:

    Such a clever poem. It took me a while to get it – I am reading a lot today and eyes can start gliding, but this is just so clever from title to finish – to see the end of summer from cherry eye (or chary eye) so very very cool. You know I’m not a fan of non-punctuated lines typically but these work so well for the cherry. Terrific. k.

  8. brian miller says:

    nice….at one point it made me think of sun burn, then giving way to fall…the changes that happen…hey i have green eyes so..smiles….nice imagery man…

  9. Ian Moone says:

    really liking the imagery and flow

  10. The cusp of seasonal change and more evoked in the imagery and word sonics

  11. mobius faith says:

    some wonderful visions and feelings.

  12. Mohana says:

    Loved all the images…enchanting, esp the green eyes of the moon. Beautiful poem!

  13. Claudia says:

    cherry stone clock, counted in the flesh…green eyes of august…yes..let’s enjoy the time before they change color and wither away…

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