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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3835 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention No Title Seaandbell The slopes yawn in stiff light, unbend, breathe in rock submerge the indigo lagoons blood of a day shed in shadows moon’s soliloquy and mine, settled in the stubble of cool pine hours and fallacies vanish after all, only ghosts singed by light. So simple to forget, see only the still shell of an opalized moon perched, an ice bird in a glittering sea beauty, somewhere, etched behind galaxies the frozen hollows of love shadow or river? we were both, I suppose deep in dark shells we cast off again and again, distancing ourselves from ourselves, outrun the shells that skitter the wind around doors we’ve locked and left, indigo splintered currents Remind me how to breathe Remind me when to sleep having once owned the leaves, the great garland of hours and all the light this night with its lone moon and my sad paper words. they peer at the stars from their anchors of pulp, gravity stricken, anemic ‘Something lost.’ they note ‘Planets erased.’ paper lanterns, something of yours I still keep: moth words unable to form, a restless wind no one else sees words like vipers choke, so many petals crushed under deceptive, soft hours falling under passage |
