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By Feral
under the watchful gleaming of sun-flowering
lilies..
coronal fireflies flicker a summoning down;
the cheshire grinning moon,
mute.able as a fang;
Lunar dial -
conjured myth.time
in green flashes
I can see
only with mirage{skin.}
halfdrowning in oxygen -
dioxide scrawled & humidity-thick,
the whipping saltwind;
hair {fur} slick.
.eye to dance,
my rushing current.
rockweed jungles
comes to life
in the night of this
rising tide.
I share my spine
with the tide line rocks -
serpentine withering.
ancestral becoming
I hear the echoes
of the first forest,
impatient, yearning
trompe-l'oeil and
belladonna shaded,
shorelined & waiting
to be root again..
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© 2014 Alexis Helms
Published on Wednesday, September 20, 2023.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
With respect & reverence to Rachel Carson.Comments on ")0("
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On Tuesday, December 26, 2017, Cassette
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wrote:
Restless indeed....
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A former member wrote:
Now I feel I must eat my previous words.. astounding word play on that steventh stanza.. I had to go back and read it twice. The title reminds me of paganisim and what followed after felt so grounded I'm speechless.
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A former member wrote:
If only we'd listened to her beyond that which we did. Time moves on without her. Others bustle to take her place, yet there is a gentile and self~awareness they do not possess that she did. You tie that in here, the way she became all life in her search for meaning. Back then women had not the power they have now. She, as you, was deceiving to the eye yet, beneath, revealing. " I hear the echoes of the first forest"...i think that's one of the most exquisite lines i've ever been privy to read.
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On Wednesday, January 2, 2013, knightmirror
(426) wrote:
i remember reading this one a while back and to my best of recollections i didn't leave a very good comment....because the best thing that could be said is......*faves*....thank you for sharing this with all who decide to read it....-knight
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A former member wrote:
I read the tag and it sums up the poem- it feels...restless, soft. Seriously emotive and I like that a lot. Kudos!
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A former member wrote:
like the anticipation of a fire...the scratching sound of the match across the striker...this is what the first line of this truly authentic ink-etched vision....you wear words and scenes in your unmet aura...i am honored to have allowed my eyes to let my soul digest this beauty....thank you....-s_o
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A former member wrote:
really loved the way this all changed and moved. very soft. very unique in sound. a very lovely piece of poetry. thanks.
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On Wednesday, September 5, 2012, eidos
(41) wrote:
This had an enchanting feel to it. Very beat like, with a touch of something deeper, if possible. I enjoyed it.
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On Wednesday, August 22, 2012, Nehema
(960) wrote:
Wow, I haven't read much of your work, this is just beautiful. I love the imagery invoked, trompe-l'oei is common in the forest ;) - XXOO
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A former member wrote:
Absolutely beautifull. Love the words you use. Keep writing.:)
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On Sunday, August 12, 2012, FadedBlues
(2169) wrote:
...pleasant scenes of nature & the night, & the wonder of serendipity...
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