Mother.
I.
searched
for you on bruised
........ bend of knees
(I)
n darkened prayers
late,
last night.
twice be - fore
sweet slumber called
to me
(and)
I to you.
pre/empted dreams
(and)
constricted musings
swung
along
pendulums of time..
(as)
I
climbed into bed
one million stars stared
at me
(and)
I
toward them.
hope - less(ly)
life - less(ly)
heavy arms
dangled
in the balance of
stillednoise
and resoundingsilence..
(I)
n memory
(I) smelled
your clandestinity;
heavily shrouded
on foreign lips
mouthing
fairy tales
of forlorn loss.
suns tucked
me safely into
clouds of obscurity.
hope grappled
sovereignty
shifting quiet comfort
to delusion dissonance
and
(I)
offered
my grace to you,
(and)
you your ever present
absence..
amen.
ktaylor/thir13teen
section 8 coffee publications
all rights reserved 2006
E. Zora Knight
2006-04-21
Mary... May I have Your Grace?
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6 comments:
(as)
I
climbed into bed
one million stars stared
at me
(and)
I
toward them.
hope - less(ly)
life - less(ly)
wow.
i am loving the continuous poems...keep them coming g3..."wow" is right..."wow" is always right...
damn...you have me shaking my head.
i smelled your clandestinity; heavily shrouded on foreign lips mouthing fairytales on forlon loss....yep wow is right and seems to be the majority here
Goodness, these are really good. I like how the grammar and punctuation really takes risks. You're making experiments. It's great to see. Really inspiring.
you are so freaking awesome! i agree with funky mike, the risks you take are consistently the right ones. word choice, syntax, conveyed imagery, passion personified...you are my shero! :)
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