Tag: writing summer from a lost continent
group name: myxmasbreakdown
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January 11, 2009 09:54 PM EST --
Attic eyes
A pensive eagle flies
in the ethereal space.
The encyclopedia salesman
crawls down the road
with his paralyzed cheery face.
A note of distant bell
is . . .
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March 21, 2009 10:50 PM EDT --
H e ire ss
“You are the legal heiress.” She listens.
It weighs her mind; she runs her hands on the throne.
It glistens like a freshly honed sword. Glistens.
Her entire . . .
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January 10, 2009 09:47 PM EST --
Ask, dare ask
The eyes speak and then they conceal too.
“Ask me”, she says and fears the answer and truth
that only she can tell. An existential table
does not accomplish . . .
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January 14, 2009 09:38 PM EST --
wintry house
Wednesday writing essential
The long tortuous road with wintry wind
playing with fistful of dirt thrown at us.
With a cloud over our heads we
used . . .
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January 15, 2009 09:34 PM EST --
Wood Ants See
(Thursday writing essential)
A stream of wood ants is climbing
and vanishing into the cracks
on the peeling barks of the tree.
The horde of wet clouds . . .
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January 18, 2009 06:13 AM EST --
Wandering stars
After this much road traveled together,
after we have reached here so slowly
let us decide to run away once more,
eloping from the eyes of the present
with . . .
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January 19, 2009 09:23 PM EST --
The Surreal Circus
(to the namesake group and to Anne M)
The manager conjures rainbows,
summons them to sprawl, spread, create
an ethereal canopy
over the audience, now . . .
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March 17, 2009 08:47 AM EDT --
Fear she feels
Sun enters, a bit of the rays stays on the panes
and dust of hundred years glimmer with shyness.
On the bed the sound of sweat ebbs, bodies stir.
She opens . . .
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March 20, 2009 10:19 PM EDT --
To Sherrie in Yellow Ochre
Suddenly it dawns in her mind that today is the day.
She is being released. Adieu big white building.
Adieu matron like figures moving somberly. . . .
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March 22, 2009 10:39 PM EDT --
Blin d Feelings
Like a few monochrome faces
with their well set hair, Albert style;
slightly stiff mannered and hungry-
good time is striding her way.
She . . .
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March 26, 2009 11:03 PM EDT --
Her water
She loves her baths and loves water.
The healing radiance of it
which opens her pores and excels
the art of uttering nothing.
You could have understood . . .
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March 29, 2009 10:39 PM EDT --
A rain s oaked hous e
A splash of rain takes him by surprise.
It pries open memory’s trick box.
A simple run through homely corridor
to the backyard maze of drying cloths. . . .
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March 30, 2009 10:35 PM EDT --
Lost ego (prompt)
The dejected birdsong is showing the emptiness, vast.
An unwelcome power cut and limp lights coming from porch. . . .
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March 31, 2009 10:47 PM EDT --
Bodhi
(To Stirling D)
The pierced bird is falling
falling, falling down.
The blood makes him remember
the time of his birth
he has seen on VCR
and…
he never hunts . . .
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April 07, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
Hey life , don't look at me!
Life
breaths still
she can feel.
He lays ears
on the girl’s belly
where life is breathing.
Suddenly he succumbs to . . .
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August 01, 2009 07:17 AM EDT --
Music break
The wrinkles on her
coffee colored face
transform into signs
and musical notes.
She thinks of those tunes
sung while harvesting,
sung when . . .
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April 02, 2009 10:32 PM EDT --
I, the universe
From here where he, a homeless lies
the shadows on the walls of houses look so fine.
The lazy as he is since his birth; looks
amusedly how our houses stand . . .
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January 09, 2009 09:38 PM EST --
A collage
"Open the window."
"You may catch something."
There descends a bird on the sill
chirping about a colored tale,-
the sick mom . . .
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February 13, 2009 10:16 PM EST --
Hue s of l o ve
She was not wearing red
at that point of time when we met.
He had been listening
to the meanings, colors denote
and watching for a red rose
that he might . . .
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February 18, 2009 09:27 PM EST --
Inside a T.V.
She crosses the hurdle, the gateway;
steps inside the world within the screen,
the inside universe of a T.V. set
where blurred noises are snarling behind
the cage . . .
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