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OF THE NIGHT
OF THE NIGHT
Elegant in its simplicity,
magnificent in its silence
night is pouring in.
Music emanating from the quietness,
notes in the shape of frame-less volumes,
a relief of darkness,
a symphony of lightlessness.
Sharp like broken glass
is darkness to the eye,
whipping the stillness,
dripping from the eyes into the chest,
reaching the fingertips.
The would-be sounds vibrate internally,
a pulsating life.
You, a protrusion of earth
likening a ground's wrinkle.
You shuffle your steps
touching traces of light
left on the rocks - a hard, cold touch.
Homogeneity inside and outside the skin,
fragile as its juices dry out,
a flow of soundlessness
absorbed by the stone.
Heat is retreating
and the taste in your mouth
is rough, soil-full.
Copyright 2006 by interested13563
3/15/2006 6:26 pm
Are you familiar with Robin Frederick?
She has a song called "Blue Flame," which you can hear in full at her website, which is her name w/out the space, followed by the usual three-letter suffix. It's on the Reading Room page. But, if you look at her essay on "Love & Longing: the World of Poets and Muses," you can listen to the "Blue Flame" song as you read. Very interesting and inspiring (not to mention beautiful).
3/15/2006 9:37 pm
i looooove this!|
3/15/2006 10:48 pm
Very well danced, My Friend..Lovely indeed|
3/17/2006 3:34 pm
This reminds me of the mother earth goddess.|
Bringer of life and fertility in the sping..
frolicking and youthful in the summer..
growing maturity of fall..
finally the dying off and silent sleep of winter.
I'm looking forward to the renewal of life again.
Thank you for your beautiful poem.
3/18/2006 5:49 pm
3/21/2006 12:53 pm
Free, Karezza, Meow, and Huntress, thank you for reading|
Kiss, your assesement gives an intersting anlge to the
the poem! Thanks!
3/22/2006 12:58 pm
Thank you, Waggy!!!!|