What is that ghost that breathes still?
Charcoal ashes stir and dance on the tight rope
that is a lost horizon, its snake hips move and move me
beyond reason and judgement all the while mesmerised
it is by my indifference.
Shadowesque and persistent, its arms
envelop invisible players and lull them into false senses
and all the while its enticements are strewn and fall
into the ocean as futile and redundant as the flimsy layer
it spins upon. Soon it collapses, tired and defeated,
settling for and in a lost peace - coldly held at last
in the vertical hold of a never place, time and illogical reason.
The fine sinews of dust and lust and a heart's ache haunt
the daybreak for evermore.
What is that cry that mourns still?
Colder tears travel the length and breadth of illusions
that weigh down my darkest fears, only searing
the skin when ignited by my own zest, hence cold rivulets
are subdued, stopping just short of my indifference.
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Lu...wow. Your poetry is so evocative and emotional; even if I don't understand what is going on (which, um, I don't), the imagery is stellar. This is so wonderful.
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If I were to say anything about you at all lub it is that your writing provokes more thought and powerful imagery than anyone's....... Every line is so loosely written that it makes everyone conjour up their own image to fulfill it..... Very nice
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