Having a Picnic With Your Mind (A Tribute to the Poet)

By RubyXero


It's really most comical...

these surrounding faces

with drawn on voices

clown personalities

So I'm turned into my corner



More concerned and curious of you!

dear reader.

The fellow poet

Doctors... of the mind.



I value this time

when I escape the incandescent

artificial surface.

Climbing cool steps

down this wanton dungeon.



And upon entering

I trail my fingers

along the rocklike structure

My core pounds violently

as passion overwhelms...



The silence is roaring here!

thick screaming tempests

wishing to break

the zephyr.



With hurried whispers

filling the vibrantly onyx cave

I am consumed

by your words.



"He walks the night,

        his lust for blood insatible..."

the scent

the desire

I pull on my hood, peering

potential victims...



The seasons turn

fertility and life

transition to frozen

barren wasted breath...

As you cry

"O! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!

      I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!"



In desperate betrayal,

"I trusted you!"

Flooding my mind

with thrashing anguish

And the moisture fills me

as I bleed your heart

of pain.



In this aberration

I found my addiction.

for it is you!

my cherished poet,

whom I lay beside

while I slumber.

A fondled lover.

My muse

as I glide through battled

mediocrity.



Each word a speck

of sand in the hourglass

of wonder.

But...

I smashed the top on that prison!

and poured you into this

smoky sputum mouth.



Choking down dry

soggy emotions

I exhaled the steam

moving from the circumference

I settled down

to have a picnic

      with your mind...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Copyright 2013 RubyXero
Published on Wednesday, May 22, 2013.     Filed under: "Tribute" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

It has been a while since "For Every Single Poet" I just wanted to post this piece to tribute the amazing poets on this site
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  • Kristoff On Wednesday, May 29, 2013, Kristoff (51)By person wrote:

    Beautiful... It seems to me like music for the eyes!

  • haunted On Thursday, May 23, 2013, haunted (1191)By person wrote:

    yeah that about nailed it as being a day here at dark poetry. I agree that this site has incredible talent both old and young. its a tribute to the great poets on here but I got to give it up for this site making that possible. awesome ciera!

  • Nehema On Thursday, May 23, 2013, Nehema (1259)By person wrote:

    Sometimes I feel a prisoner to many poets here, never more so than reading your words elegantly describing the passionate beauty of being such a prisoner. Lovely piece from a lovely poet - XXOO Scholar

  • A former member wrote: I was going to quote my favorite lines... but I found myself reciting your whole poem... Its all so beautiful... Scholar

  • Alchemist On Wednesday, May 22, 2013, Alchemist (860)By person wrote:

    You worded my thoughts so beautifully, I too am in awe of the poets here in the Valley.

  • FadedBlues On Wednesday, May 22, 2013, FadedBlues (2945)By person wrote:

    ...it's a lush garden that we have here, fragrant & stimulating...

  • Maladroit On Wednesday, May 22, 2013, Maladroit (300)By person wrote:

    I bet it is really good but the color made it impossible to read on my phone :(

  • Strataic On Wednesday, May 22, 2013, Strataic (148)By person wrote:

    Although the colour is a bit off putting for my eyes against the black, you painted some lovely visuals in this piece, even if it has been a while nicely done. :) Scholar

  • dwells On Wednesday, May 22, 2013, dwells (5649)By person wrote:

    I recall a universal warning from my childhood, something along the lines of never marrying a poet, a painter, or a musician - I wonder why that was? People equating creativity perhaps with starving artists, leaving us to graze with the rest of the lowing cattle in anonymity. This was a striking piece that called to mind some of that memory, cheers Ruby (and we all thankyou for the tribute).


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