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Original Poetry | 11/25/2003 | January24th

[January24th]

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[Camachee]

i book
images
of madden
shoes
translucent
hues
confusing function
and form
invisibly
blurring
the norm

[Camachee]

a one-eared
poet
seeks applause
from a mirrored
multitude
forgetting
that a crescendo
of cash
clashes
with vanity
and insanity

[Camachee]

i don't
openly opppose
the fermentation
and formulation
of anarchy
nor
the conniving
and conceiving
of chaos
as long as
order
prevails
in the house

too many
mistake security
for freedom
and indulgence
for liberty
without license

[Neuromancer]

Epitaphery

Obscure and oblique

Words parry

Hearts

Feint

[Neuromancer]

Strange Attractors
lie in the shadows
where order bends
to Chaos
in a dance of
perfect
math

[Kay Syrah]

sacrifice suffices
for the articulation
of artistic vision
when the message
fails and the audience
is satisfied with
inebriation, but
still, the performance
is required until
quiting time.

[Kay Syrah]

autumn finds clatter
of crows in the field argent
startled, martyred, gules.

[Soaring Feather]

Mysteries grow in opulence
if the shaman whispers
of crystal and opal stones
....the moonlight appearing
to carry wisdom to the wind

bentfeather
a/k/a MLH
Copyright © 11/25/2003
All Rights Reserved

[Camachee]

blank verse
exploits
properties
of gray
of gravety
of gradations
of fine tuned
guitar emotions
designed
to sucker punch
passive readers
and persuade
an ambivalent
after thought
acceptance

[Soaring Feather]

acceptance is

an after thought

an ambivalent

emotion

gray design

is the blank verse

of a fine tuned

guitar whose

emotions string

over properties

for the sucker punch

ole Touche`

[Camachee]

white haired
matching pearls
ear dangling
draped
by a red boa
she occupied
a sunlit moment
surprised
that music stopped
late last night

[Camachee]

black cats want head rubs
i want to type undisturbed
go figure the odds

[January24th]

brassy sea
in a golden sunrise
framed in turqoise
and white

pipers, like little
grammatical pauses
and exclamations
running and hopping
accentuating
a calm narrative
of endless wonder
as the sun, sea and sky
somehow become new
every morning
and old as the first dawn
of hope

i would paint
such a scene
framed in moments
with you
but am unworthy
to do aught but worship
the ancient beauty
of the approaching
tide of grace

[Kay Syrah]

When the impression of
what cold sheets becomes
where we loved and
who made it so.
Why not dare a chill
naked memory,
when we remember
what time we burned
where the hearth could
not contain us, but
who will know
why if we cannot
remember and warm.

[Kay Syrah]

West at dawn

Dawn city, scarlet
towered of red
women and blue nights,
standing in glass,
and the fire
that forms it,
shouldering
the grey purple
backside of dark
into the sheltering
of translucent shadow.
And the sky cracks
the fissure releasing
the elemental
liquid that forms,
and decides to dare
the crucible,
and confound with
the phenomenon
of a west-rising sun.

[Soaring Feather]

#35

Lovely.

[Kay Syrah]

Road Worrier

I trace the red blue black
route numbered description
of the land that I
pass over but don't see,
substituting the tangled
lines for corollaries
of disjunction,
and looking to reach
a destination I
won't recognise when
I arrive.

[Kay Syrah]

Where we pass,
the momentary
movement of disturbed
air, and the impression
of a changing light,
leaves its blue tattoo
of you on me,
of me on you,
measured, marked, mottled,
held, the radical instant,
ineradicable.

[Kay Syrah]

There is a line
where the tide
has cast, salted
and perserved
the last place we
searched the windrift
and each other,
which will last
untile this line
ends.

[January24th]

a wayward watermark
pressed, passionate
left a
beautiful impression
on my heart
not readily read
until held
to the light
where all is confessed--
line and ridge
rise and fall
curved and carved
traced ever into
the parchment of
our passion

a cover page
for volumes
of yet-to-be
and miraculous moments
within our story
unforgettable
unregrettable
indelible as your smile