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It was killing him
by Axilea MU
Wednesday, November 09, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Time is raining, pouring,
no tank to store it.
arid soil.
a dry soul. dying gracefully -
it’s killing him.

him, eyes like infrared cameras
searching for warmth
maybe in the wrong places

heavy downpour of minutes
gusts of tears in self-disgust

ticking clock missing heartbeat
breath withheld: a red fish moment
asphyxiating in a snow globe

time is raining through his fingers
nothing filtered, nothing kept
water running on the surface
impermeable to streams of love

feeling unwanted,  a body in a landfill
just a passing cloud
just a passing cloud
in one sunny afternoon

and he

would fall asleep
head on dusty mustard couch
(brackets) : dreams, a cuddling space
strings in the winds
whispers of vespers
when all else has disappeared

in-between and under blankets
temporary blindness just to dream

dream
(…)
a taxidermist’s house in the fog
a fox, once stuffed, is now running free
profane space turns into sacred grove
here, a lucus in the eye of the forest
near the bridge, at the waterfall
where it’s raining upwards, to the sky

to the sky
a word, a prayer
blurry worries evaporate
from eyelids that painfully open
to a world that’s crystal clear

and he

awakens to faith
to time’s passing
quenching thirst
from endless sources.

 

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Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader) 7/3/2012
"...raining upwards, to the sky" one of your many abstract visions that, evidenced from comments on your variety of work, enthrall those who read them. This palette from which you paint has colors you have mixed that are not seen on many canvases. Transfixing to look at them. Thank you. ~~ DIana
Reviewed by Patrick Granfors 12/6/2011
I always enjoy your unique insights of time and the human condition. Patrick
Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen 11/22/2011
ah axilea, the god/desses are so kind to give us that
cuddling space called dreams...
beautifully expressed, poetess!
peace,
carolyn
Reviewed by Kathy Armijo 11/21/2011
I see myself in each of your lines. The desolation, sadness and hope. You have somehow managed to write a self-guiding in depth look for each of us to follow. From every part of my heart and soul I "thank you!" for the strength of your words and the wisdom that you impart. God bless you.
Reviewed by dan Rosenhagen 11/17/2011
My eyes too have been opened to this emotional piece of art so beautifully painted by such a talented soul. Thanks for the insight and depth of this brilliant work. Thanks again Axilea.

dan
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 11/16/2011
feeling unwanted, a body in a landfill
just a passing cloud
just a passing cloud
in one sunny afternoon

... how we can feel that acute passivity and emptiness of this! And yet the hope in your concluding lines - where does it come from? The force that set the stuffed fox free? Love the surprise in this. As always, your words intrigue and entrance. xx
Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki (Reader) 11/14/2011
Love the way you write with intrigue always blending with descriptive metaphorical images dancing in and out of every line.....
Reviewed by Christine Alwin 11/13/2011
"feeling unwanted, a body in a landfill" phew, your poem is novel, each line a story of it's own..impressive work!
Reviewed by Liana Margiva 11/12/2011
EXCELLENT!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by Christine Tsen 11/11/2011
Amazing how you write of paradoxes and have such power of awareness!
I so love "a fox, once stuffed, is now running free / profane space turns into sacred grove".
Blessings,
Christine
Reviewed by Jon Willey 11/10/2011
the search is life long Axilea -- we are constantly seeking, evaluating, always in want of the who, what, when, where, how and why of it -- answers come in jigsaw puzzled pieces taking a lifetime, if we are fortunate, to assemble and then, interpretation is a trickster! -- the game of life requires a resolute appreciation and acceptance that the quizzical will always exceed the answers -- I bid you joy, love and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael
Reviewed by jude forese 11/10/2011
so many excellent verses in this one, Alexia ... i particularly was impressed with:

"ticking clock missing heartbeat
breath withheld: a red fish moment
asphyxiating in a snow globe"

powerful impact ...
Reviewed by stan nassano 11/10/2011
I especially like how you wraped [circled]it up to a completion,i wonder if this is a snapshot of everyman, or perhaps I'm just seeing to much of myself in "him"....bravo Axilea
Reviewed by John Flanagan 11/10/2011
'was' in the title; 'is' in the body.
he has put it behind him and has emerged
new, but that it is the nub - the life
that was disappointment, incompleteness,
restlessness of spirit...finding ourselves
is the ultimate challenge.
Axilea...yes!

John
Reviewed by Douglas Bentley 11/9/2011
Excellent - like your asking the reader questions and then you guide them to the answer.

db
Reviewed by D. Vegas 11/9/2011
WoW!! Axilea!! Your poem is like an elusive butterfly!!

Always,
Deborah
Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE 11/9/2011
this could be the minutia endemic to so many, this concatenated imagery, so vivid so clear, these fallen leaves, so rich to the ear, these dying embers whose crackles we hear as the campfire light under starlight disappears. Your poetry as usual, Axilea is evocative and splendid, and as always, too close to home, I fear. Looking forward to upcoming finery. You wear it so well.
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