…actually, why not?
twine of the velvet
fixed in virtual light
sup from the nectar given
flutter from sight to site
two of the four given
stone of a legend, living
in hope of ancient
times yet to come
twice in a morn
the sun, risen
high beyond the cusp
of a world unwitnessed
unbroken: written.
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trying once, twice
to centre the liquid
doubt on one line
of thought and feeling
where sight contracts
to lenses shaded black
pink, blue like smokey bayou
bars of light, filtering
a piece of silence curved
fitted around the word
less of a momentary slip
of mind opening the window for a moment?
and, there, right there
that silence, sudden
soundlightimage
shattered
gone
until another moment
hopefully.
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like rivulets of silk
darkly smooth in
mellow sweetness
the soul of a melody
is lodged deep down
your heart and spine
right in the marrow bone
and you wonder for three seconds:
why fear?
for in the depth
there is a height so vast
so far
you’re the prophet
with the chariots of fire
the dark lady worshiped
with lute and lyre
the throned god ruling
the liquid gyre
all those pasts layed to rest
calling quietly
to be remembered, known
aspired
so yes,
this is the moment
this is the time, there is no other
there is always, only
now
now
now
.
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that feeling of having
walked through the alphabet
twice over
that sense that I’m
probably
repeating myself
once again
there are certain words
that crop up
over and over
and I’m waiting for
that blade of light
to sear through the clouds
dense and rising
with the awful dark
absence
of inspiration
…
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no point
in playing it safe
no art
in not daring
look over the edge
all the way down
see it, feel it
know what’s waiting there
it might scare
one or two off the page
maybe more
madness, mayhem
insight, wisdom?
this is not peek-a-boo
not looking
doesn’t mean it’s not there
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five senses
six, maybe seven
if you count memory
imagination
yes, think
feel
inner, outer skin
taste
touch
scent
trace and trace
the worlds without, within
sound
sight
detail
perception
understanding
defining real
.
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Words, images & collages tossed from a window.
Essays, notes & interviews on why literary fiction matters to human living
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Home hub & scribble space of Prose Writer & Poet Kristiane Weeks-Rogers (she/hers), author of poetry collection: 'Self-Anointment with Lemons'.
A journey from one end of the bookshelf to the other
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