Departure of a Giving Land

Posted: August 12, 2012 in Uncategorized
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my morning wreckage

brings gulls to the

wine hearted waters

still roiling with a mind’s

desire,

grasping out with unfeeling

fingers,

everything slips through,

my glances had taken me

beyond beauty and the pallid

embers of dusk,

leaving the night and it’s cast

of iron stars

to be bold and unrelenting,

i rose on feet

more made of clay

than months before,

shrugging of what had been

dreams of scents and color,

the day would be a clear passage

i would move calm and sure,

other days will be as good,

only the mind has knowing walls

retaining the moisture of those

things to be forgotten,

a dampness that sometimes

rises to the surface,

a reflection of eyes on the face

holds it at bay,

as summer is drawn on ropes

further away.

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Comments
  1. dotdos says:

    Your poetry is lovely. Sometimes it’s a little difficult for me because my little English but I will follow you and enjoy your art. 🙂

  2. shewritesherenow says:

    I like how you did this:

    only the mind has knowing walls

    retaining the moisture of those

    things to be forgotten,

    a dampness that sometimes

    rises to the surface,

  3. slpmartin says:

    The section with “only the mind has knowing walls…” was one of my favorites in the poem also…enjoyed it all though.

  4. artzent says:

    I love your free verse style and the passionate but serious statements woven into poetic form. Lovely and insightful!

  5. poemsofhateandhope says:

    Ahhh this is great….those feet heavy and claylike….having to rise cut with difficulty….contrasted with the night sky you described so vividly….and then the close….summer drawn on ropes….just made me think about a summer finished and never started- and this heightened that ‘beautiful sadness’ greatly…..very well crafted piece…thank you for sharing

  6. Very lovely specially these lines:

    only the mind has knowing walls
    retaining the moisture of those
    things to be forgotten

    You held the melancholy at bay ~

  7. brian miller says:

    there is def a thread of emotion running through this…i like the feet of clay, not the most stable….the walls of the mind holding that moisture as well of memory…nice…

  8. Cat Forsley says:

    Big Talent You 🙂 !!!!!!!!!!! Found you on Twitter 🙂

    Very very intensely heartfelt poetry 🙂

  9. Claudia says:

    cool images in this…summer drawn on ropes further away…more made of clay than months before.. and i also like how you embed your emotions right into the dawn and the moving of the seasons..

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