Skinny's thread

Awww skinny is yer fellow back yet? If so, lucky you! Can't say the same about myself :& Feeling really worried and hopeless, but we'll talk about that later on.
I'm coming home saturday night. Paid a visit to DS....nada is happening, snoredom with Lord leading the sleepwalking pack. Anyway, about the poems...I really liked the cradle one, it must have spoken to my current emotions.
"We are both crawling,
too small to gush gutterwards,
too misshapen to fly."
Perfect ending.

The moth is a very sexy realistic poem. I've got a vivid image. Key words for me were....dark corridors, flickering bulb, hallways, tub, bubbles, ceramic. Sounds like a place I've been at though not in the same situation.

 

This is exactly how I feel right now. It's horrible, makes me want to cry but even then I know that tears are useless. God damn it.

 

Aw Kitten. I'm sorry you're feeling so low. Yup DS is dying a slow and painful death!! My fella came back yesterday so I may not be around much, but I will log on occasionally and hopefully you'll be around too so we can natter. Meantime, chin up, and try and keep smiling.

 

Astride great crests of arrogance,
the sky sits, and surveys.

She folds herself into the river's sheen,
wraps concrete powerhouses in breezy embrace,
spreads the sun's whitewash on windows and carpets.

She is the painter and decorator,
who knocks on the curtains each morning, whistling.
The mother who tucks in the starlight at bedtime.

 

The husk in my throat
rattles in my sleep.
I shudder,
as your cold flesh comes in late again.
Too big teeth, clumsy mauling
soften the woody casing.
Kernel dented,
I am salted by tears,
nutty sweat,
and the remains of you on my thighs.

 

I enjoy reading that which you miss, and I would like to read more, though I don't want you to miss anything (unless it inspires you). Um... I'm gonna stop talking now.
Absolutely comprehensive, this thread... tops!

 

The yawning moon grew lemon,
branched out and overtook the sky.
Casting faint jealousy,
he mocked the sinking sun with a
Starbucks jeer
as day slunk off-shift.
Clocked in, Moon stretched,
caressed the tides, and put his feet up
on the stars.

 

Nut is naughty but sweet.

 

Ooooo....it's a beauuuuty. So so unique

 

We made a lot of love today,
trekked deep into the jungle,
armed.
We cut through swathes of waxed vegetation
to capture the moment.

Lust's elixir dripped the length of vines
and misted all our glass containers.
The brim of your hat bobbed ahead of the line
and the kayak leaked.

Then I felt the blisters blossom
under the glare of your microscope's moon.
All those corners where the dry rot's resting
saluted with splinters
at your command.

We made a lot of love today,
melted under the canopy,
curled like millipedes.
And now I'm bursting dusty grapes
and grimacing.

 

man, there's some really good stuff floating around in here! I admit I haven't had time to read it all but dayum, I got to go with "post work drink" as being my favorite I've read so far. that charged me right up! staggering stuff... keep it coming!

 

God, I love this poem! Such a sad, nostalgic piece - and all over a teddy bear! I can't really critique this because it's so full of interwoven emotions and ideas that somehow manage to work together.

 

Autumn.
Not Greece heat
and grease.
Monochrome Jerusalem,
stark contrast to
ancient azure.

Laundry whirrs,
I hear sirens, rolling stock,
not the click-clack knick-knack of boredom
in coffee shops.

There, butter creams
and seawater slicks bread-pebbles
with golden oil,
and the sun-scrubbed horizons
nod knowingly
to the silent march of unknown soldiers' feet.

The winds of lost empires
tousle gently with the fur of dusty cats.

 

Leopard claws, cast in
wax, unsheathed,
akimbo.

Flat against the midday heat.
The primary colours of children,
overused, overlapping the rigid lines
of busy plastic vessels.

With a whore's lean,
they scratch each other; unclean,
stubbled, bulbous, base, voluptuous,
indiscrete in inexperience.

Youth's obscenity catches on air's sweat,
infecting burning passers by.

 

My nails won't stop growing,
stop tapping,
stop clashing,
with teeth and skin,
and winning.

My eyes are lead shot
buried in caves
where Man once flickered,
ate beasts, moved out,
to irrigate hillsides
and overcome the oceans.

Something about the staring sun,
the way it creeps up on you,
enchanting skin, blushing,
but seasoning hair with salt,
disturbs me.

I bake like the barren hillsides,
ache for the plain of vines
and sullied wrinkled terraces.
I like the olive trunk's solitude,
envy the winter tickles.

But my nails defy me.
I can't uproot,
build shadows,
bury my toes,
and soak in warm salt.
I yawn and am sullied
without chills and early darkness.

 

Feet, bare and dusty,
gathered in a circle.

Then as now.

Toes across the ages
pointing inwards
curious
at small, white shards.

Bones,
butchered, gnawed and scarred.
Left under the sun
until bleached,
then dusted with sand
for millenia.

The remains of this week's tribute,
evenings and mornings,
spat from the Minotaur's throat.

 

The priest
who stares down celestial eyes
through the horns of a bull on the western wall
is wary.

Young Theseus
has found a way
to scale the circular cell
and is at will within the labyrinth.

What does he know?
Can he yet tell,
when darkness will befall the moon,
when lust is preordained,
whether Venus will appear tonight?

Does he roam the libraries,
pocketing potted history,
or does the fear of divine vestment
overcome curiousity? See him flee.

Minos will not be pleased. We must
placate the Gods
and empty the debris in Theseus' place.

 

These hieroglyphs
spiral behind my eyes.
My cycle reflected and retold in
sparrow scratches.
When I sleep I do not read,
yet I understand
the secrets of the clay.
On waking
stone temples crumble beneath the earth's crust
and flood water melts these discs.

 

Page 14 is my favorite. I won't fill the page with which parts of each meant what to me... just wanted to let you know that I've enjoyed reading your thread for the better part of last night and tonight. Bright Blessings. Cheers and thanks for sharing.

 

Wow, Sylvanlightning, I am so grateful to you for taking the time to read the whole thing!! Your comments mean a lot to me. Thank you so much!!