for this moment,
Can we whipser in the darkness?
felt a warmth somewhere-
some past before my presence...
and it soothingly escapes.
I want to whipser in the dark-
behind the lights and the spot
that spreads a blindness-
I cannot contain.
Escape! Escape while
the sordidness of self
drips from the candle's vase.
Like plastic riping from plastic,
thinning, boggling, spinning...
body parts taped
to skeletal joints that
squeek and flame.
movement is a bodily function
that my mind refuses
to take
without torment
and for this moment
silent,
i escape.
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Reviewed by Lindsay Jones (Reader)
Reviewed on December 26, 2002
amberly, darling you know i've been reading your poetry for such a long time and i still find it facinating the way you can make words such as in this poem make my body ache. powerful words, my sweet IP. never stop. you have improved in your works so much more, retaining the depth and also making them more coherent
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
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