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The Eclectic Pen - Balancing

By: Eva L. (wearetrees)   + 37 more  
Date Submitted: 11/18/2008
Last Updated: 11/27/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 183

  I am close to the edge and
I have no shadow here
though there is a little light
a little color
Never been so near this night country,
heard so clearly its hypnotic droning
my ears possessed
pretenders to the throne
Maybe I can scatter crumbs to find my way back
burst these seams
stifle lust long enough
to render this lust inanimate

Where will I place my hands?
How will I tell my heart
it is no soldier
no child?
How do I dress these wounds,
display my fate,
present these heirloom lies to the world?
Your love left initiation scars
along my spine
pigment on my eyes –
they only look as if they’re open
as if they’re closed

We are so heavy,
so slight
I never promised you freedom from pain –
only beauty, of this earth and of this life
the semblance of the hard-spun world on its axis
a temporary fire you can hold for a little while
return before it’s time

I will believe you if you tell me
you lied
believe you if you stutter
trade my sight for a simple sustenance
look upon the sky as if it were water
revisit our boundaries
etch them in sand,
the delicate canvas of our lives

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Lena S. (SquirrelNutkin) - 11/18/2008 6:49 AM ET
I wish I could think of better words to describe how your work makes me feel. This was so well done. It felt like your words were slowly winding around me and squeezing tighter and I didn't realize it until the end but I was holding my breath.
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