phoenencian purple does the mobius

By Jonas

sing the strings
of free leaves dancing
to the tune of
old nero's bow
the melody rising in the hearts of the gods
and the fate that has often been named
sorrow
after the way her lips leave the taste
of half forgotten summers
lingering ever in her kiss

long shadow
like the scythes swinging in the field
and wine glasses amiably
more than half empty now
come sleep
like grapes fat and red
and dreams mostly
forgotten
their fragile veneer burned away by just
a touch of morning sun

a thunderstorm
under your thumb
and the present lack of greenery
eases the effort of natural
erosion
of mole-hill mountains
so much dust

pheonecian purple
faded
like jesus
god or not
on the cross
as eyes gently roll back to closed
in divine agony
it is at the least true
that the sun will rise on a new
day

an impression

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Copyright 2003 iasc_dubh
Published on Friday, August 22, 2003.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: ......sigh...i miss poetry like this on this site. intensely beautiful and thoughtful.

  • liquid_emotion On Sunday, September 14, 2003, liquid_emotion (323)By person wrote:

    your words, though vaughe and flighty, never lose track of the feeling which which brought them on.

  • worm On Wednesday, September 3, 2003, worm (1194)By person wrote:

    iasc... you got me going with this one! this is the third time that I've stopped by to read this... I was going to leave a sharp and witty comment about this, but, after reading this again all I can say is "Wow!" worm

  • Liz On Monday, August 25, 2003, Liz (267)By person wrote:

    Now, what I was going to say is that reading your stuff isn't like reading most people. I don't feel like I know you afterwards. I feel like I know THE WORLD better. Very beautiful.

  • Drea On Monday, August 25, 2003, Drea (1443)By person wrote:

    i agree with everyone. amazing. the flow of the words the way they spoke to me (no the voices stop long ago). i loved it.~Drea~

  • urbanhumility On Monday, August 25, 2003, urbanhumility (1175)By person wrote:

    beautiful words of fable in lyric fashion.....gracing us with your beautiful locked doors, lending us the key would only put off the inevitable; knowing that true beauty resides in your mind..........urban

  • Blood of Winter On Monday, August 25, 2003, Blood of Winter (296)By person wrote:

    you defintely don't need someone like me to tell you this is a great piece...but I will anyway...or already did that is

  • A former member wrote: your words like beutifully painted sledgehammers crush cinder blocks of structured thought and shake the foundations of my mind.

  • KittyStryker On Friday, August 22, 2003, KittyStryker (711)By person wrote:

    beautiful... seasons change, life changes... nothing is destroyed w/o making room for new growth and life... cycling is recycling.

  • Stranger On Friday, August 22, 2003, Stranger (264)By person wrote:

    This does not have the grit of most of your work. It has grandeur and majesty. It weaves history, mythology, nature and religion into a cohesive fabric of metaphor. Moving from one to the other with omniscient grace.

  • manywalks On Friday, August 22, 2003, manywalks (750)By person wrote:

    Awe struck, I bow before the master, ~ mw

  • A former member wrote: Damn. 'Nuff said.

  • Six-Out On Friday, August 22, 2003, Six-Out (1435)By person wrote:

    Werd.

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