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The Eclectic Pen - Lodestone

By: Eva L. (wearetrees)   + 37 more  
Date Submitted: 6/15/2009
Last Updated: 6/20/2009
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 234
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When I look out at nightfall – my eyes brandish fangs and The world is mine, its sly, suggestive smile a penance a disguise Gravid with promise, its children the heavy pendulum, the hybrid eye I stack bricks against the blaze like blessings and watch my own hearth consumed by fire succumb to the blood of the vine We shape this earth, hoard its sand in our bosoms hang our heads in the crucible of private ghosts we call the sky Our lives – lodestones of the gallows portraits of home in the Earth’s warm harem We are little seeds driven by the greed to bloom Startled by the risen moon’s albescence and wait for this hot farce to drench our dreams, in the hieroglyph of morning So hungry we can barely swallow air keep mute let grass grow over us When I look out at daybreak – I see my heart, slick bird with its giant appetite – make curious attempts to express love, flight literacy I am your fiction, your climax your death sentence I sing or fall silent So it is your rebel tongue twisting in my mouth, back and forth and again over the hardwire of our geography the absences The words you meant to say when none were near enough I lift the veil I bless our human wound Your greatest feat is to resurrect its pieces emblazon the past on your chest soft and sentient despite the cold of the linament Remember the way I mourned your loss That I couldn’t climb the architecture of your deepest wishes This night is safe from harm We bring our sieves Touch the nude river bottom with our hunger Trade seven strings for bards’ gold

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