Liquid language IP
By Highhat
Sat, 08 Oct 2011
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My friend
I will pour this liquid
language
and leave you to
taste,
once and for all.
Take the spilled words
in whispered droplets,
falling as autumn leaves;
withered, brittle, dry
and soon forgotten
in winter’s bleak haze.
If I become weary,
take my hand and hold
the canister;
for they may swell my senses,
though dull my spirit
passed through sore lips.
Golden-brown they drown,
below the horizon,
in a deep sea of accents
spoken by the ocean,
the sound resonating
in empty vessels.
The rush puncturing
all coherence;
overflowing
and tiresome.
Unloading, only to understand
the insignificance.
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A wonderful take on the
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
A wonderful take on the I.P., Pia.
The fourth stanza, particularly outstanding:-
"Golden-brown they drown,
below the horizon,
in a deep sea of liquid language
spoken by the ocean,
the sound resonating
in empty vessels."
'Liquid language'...I like that;-)
Tina
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Hi Pia, this brilliant poem
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Pia,
this brilliant poem of yours, is wonderfully
dramatic, I could see and hear it being read
by someone like Richard Burton, who read poetry
very well, something along the lines of
Dylan Thomas.
I thought this was a very professional piece and I
really enjoyed reading it.
Thankyou for sharing.
Jenny.
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Hej. Nice, like a sweet
Hej.
Nice, like a sweet Danish pastry with...
"...The rush puncturing all coherence..."
Passe pa
ScoZen
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My favorite part: Take the
Permalink Submitted by hudsonmoon on
My favorite part:
Take the spilled words
in whispered droplets,
falling as autumn leaves;
withered, brittle, dry
and soon forgotten
in winter’s bleak haze.
Wonderful.
Rich
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