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Poem of the Month October 2019

DanielChristensen
DanielChristensen
The Fire Elemental
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Dark Love, Sleepless Night

( after Federico Garcia Lorca )
( a double Sonnet )

I stand before this soul of mourning stars
That drift within the bound’ries of my heart.
To ever show the light my open scars,
And keep desire stilled when we’re apart.

To separate the nature of my pain
While even in a crowd I am alone.
Forbidden tears ignite and fall as rain,
But never will they see a love that’s flown.

Determined, the inclusion of my truth,
The heaven-sent of you is ever near.
And driven by the beauty of our youth,
A reckless, hopeful, carefree, happy year!

I only hope for love, I won’t pretend.
To have it for a day, to never end.

 It was the moon that overflowed with milk,
And kept the atrium of night awake.
While pouring out my grief in shades of silk,
You looked on mockingly then turned away.

A chrysalis, I bled with every sting,
A deity, the dignity you bore.
And yet, from pillars of each broken wing,
I heard you weep across a barren shore.

A morning rise of oranges from a tree,
The moon becomes an apple as it sets.
Below, among the shells of sand’s debris,
The stillborn tides of day will soon forget.

When love is dark it blends in with the night,
So when love cannot sleep the moon is bright.

Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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DanielChristensen
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A letter to my lover.

           
                
Dearest, V.                
                 
                 
We've both lived to see another day.                  
                 
When it'll stop..                
                 
I just don't know.                  
                 
Perhaps, it will be a brighter day, darling.                
                 
Yesterday, I had a bad case of the "mean reds” I'm afraid.              
                 
It's a slippery slope into the emptiness, my dear.                
                 
I pull my trench coat tighter over my shoulders..                
                 
..hurry down the alleyway and turn a sharp corner.                
                 
A puddle splashes behind me.                  
                 
Is there a man lurking in the shadows?                
                 
The overhead sign for the HILTON hotel flashes a bright neon red.                
                 
Clouds loom in the distance.                
                 
A violent flash of lightening.              
                 
Thick, fat dollops begin to wet  my face.                
                 
I decide to check into a suite for the evening.                
                 
I stand in the lobby chatting pleasantries with the concierge.                 
                 
"We'll send the bellhop to bring your luggage up, if necessary, ma'am."                
                 
"Thank you. That won't be necessary."                
                 
"Would you be requiring anything else ma'am?"                
                 
"Is the kitchen still open? I'd love to have a bottle of chilled wine sent up."                
                 
"Room service is 24 hours ma'am. The beverage menu is on the reading desk in your room."                
                 
"Thank you, darling, you've been ever so helpful."                
                 
I head upstairs in the elevator.                  
                 
I have arrived.                  
                 
The room is cold.                
                 
Pitch black.                
                 
The whir of the heater hums softy.                
                 
The floor is an shiny, ink marble tiling.                  
                 
My heels click beneath me.                
                 
I switch on the light.                
                 
There is a pretty bouquet of bright orange amaryllis..                
                 
that sits elegantly on the glass mantel.                  
                 
The bed itself has a swan shaped towel arrangement..                
                 
and a mint.                
                 
Heavy, plush purple curtains stuffed into gold roped hold-backs..                
                 
line the large windows.                
                 
The rain gently throbs against it's panes.                  
                 
The room is completely still.                
                 
..except for the sound of my breathing.                
                 
I walk into the bathroom.                  
                 
The crystal, clear orbs decorate the vanity.                
                 
The bulbs omit a soft flicker once turned on.                
                 
I rotate the knobs right and then left..                
                 
fiddling with the water pressure.                
                 
I empty the contents of the lavender bubble bath into the tub.                
                 
The scent of floral fill my nostrils..                
                 
..and I sigh, calmly.                
                 
It feels soothing in here.                
                 
..like a small haven of temporary reprieve..                
                 
from the trials of tomorrow.                
                 
The  silver stained gillespie contains a basket of potpourri in the corner.                
                 
I strip off my clothing piece by piece.                
                 
Gently..                
                 
.. I fold  my lace undergarments and dress on top of the towel rack.                
                 
I stare at my reflection completely naked in  the mirror.                
                 
I am beautiful..                
                 
..or so they say.                
                 
I dip my rose colored polished toe over the ledge..                
                 
and swirl..                
                 
..the bubbles around with my foot.                
                 
There is a knock on the door..                
                 
..disturbing me from my thoughts.                
                 
Hastily..                
                 
I tie on the thick, cotton rob hanging from the wooden hanger in the hall closet..                
                 
..around my waist.                
                 
The door swings open and there he stands before me.                
                 
The waiter.                
                 
He puts the wine in a polished, silver bucket by the television stand.                
                 
I take a couple purple notes from my wallet..                
                 
..and tip him handsomely.                  
                 
His smile is wide..                
                 
..exposing his large two gaped front teeth.                  
                 
His eyes are a hazelnut brown.                  
                 
They seem genuine..enough.          
                 
He thanks me and lingers for a moment..                
                 
..before wheeling his cart away.                
          
Does he wonder why I'm spending the night drinking alone?               
                 
Would he like to join me?                
                 
I turn the latch until it clicks shut.                
                 
Once again, the only sound..                
                 
..is my steadfast breathing.                
                 
In and out.                
                 
The quiet becomes unnerving.                  
                 
I turn on Spotify.                
                 
Cat Stevens whispers:                
          
"I listen to the wind..to the wind of my soul.."          
                 
I carry the wine back into the bathroom.                
                 
The words trail behind me.                
                 
"Will I end up where I think..only God really knows."                
                 
I shrug off my robe.                
                 
I forgo the glasses by the sink and sip from bottle head.                  
                 
I pour the ice directly into the bath.                
                 
The bucket clangs on the hard  floor.                
                 
The loud, thunderous  sound sets off an eerie echo.                
                 
The ice pellets slosh to the bottom of the tub..                
                 
..sending trickles of  hot steam into the air.                
                 
Everything is perfect.                
                 
In this fragment of time.                
                 
I switch over to the playlist I want to hear.                
                 
Led Zeppelin croons out of the speakers:                
           
"I was her love.. she was my Queen..and now a thousand years between."             
                 
I lay down in the water, craning the bottle between my thighs.                
                 
Absorbing the silky words.                
                 
Taking them all the way in.                
                 
Filling my soul..                
                 
..with something or other.                
                 
Is it joy?                
                 
"Tangerine..tangerine..living reflection of a dream."                
                 
I swig back large gulps of wine.                
                 
The frayed ends of the peel- and-stick lilac wallpaper..                
                 
are all I can focus my eyes on.                
                 
The lines taunt me.                
                 
My phone vibrates.                  
                 
I ignore it.                
                 
Joni Mitchell's voice floats into the midst above.                
                 
Casting her light from the ceiling..                
                 
like a beacon shining down on me.                
                 
"I'm selfish and I'm sad..now I've gone and lost the best baby I've ever had."                
                 
I reach out for my purse on the toilet lid.                
                 
Two little blue pills ought to do it.                
                 
I twist off the cap and dump them out..                
                 
into my sweaty palm.                
                 
Bubbles fly over the rim from my sudden jerk..                
                 
The water swishes  back and forth in waves.                  
                 
"Do not take more than one"  the pharmacist lectures me.                  
                 
My neck tilts back.                
                 
I swallow the leftover six.                
                 
Just to be safe.                
                 
"For unless they see the sky.. but they can't and that is why."                
                 
John Elton sings over his piano.                
                 
I can see him..  in a vision.                
                 
His eyes dancing behind his spectacles.                
                 
"They know not if it's dark outside or light."                
                 
There is a bitter taste..                
                 
that has lodged itself..                
                 
like a sticky ball of phlegm..          
         
into  the back of my throat.                
                 
I wait.                
                 
Patiently.                
                 
In a trance.                
                 
The walls begin to hiss and vibrate.                
                 
My heart hurts.                
                 
My arms fall flat and I cannot seem to raise them up again.                
                 
Cold sweats shake my bones somethin' fierce.                
                 
I cough.                
                 
I heave.                
                 
I spit into the warm water.                
                 
The chalkiness won't leave it's mark on my tongue.                
                 
Slowly yet surely..                
                 
the familiar darkness sweeps over.                
                 
My eyes fade into black.                
                 
Lifeless.                
                 
Then the voices begin to purr sweetly.                
                 
Coaxing me nearer.. deeper into the void.                
                 
"I'm not letting you go."                  
                 
Yours,                
                 
LostGirl                
                 
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Of the Eaters

DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
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Pebbling Pilgrimage

un  

Washing in batik skies  
Tidal belly scrapes over shingle  
Cobalt swimmings turn blue  
Shades of arc(h)ed existence.  
Fluting along whale motorway,
Crashing roll, strangled berceuse,  
Collapsing lungs of caved yearnings  
Since all hearts were soaked in daesin oil.  
From the beginning forebears  
were diving for pearls.  
 
dau  
 
On wet sand my bow breaks  
Collecting pebbles in bistre bucket;  
Moving crab-like, soft sho(r)e shuffle,  
The beads chime as Shakti bracelets  
Swinging from boughs on forest fringe,  
Sharing stories set in stone.  
 
Ejaculated by sea spray  
Ground by history bedrock  
Stained by moonlight, mirroring  
Bird wings under waves.  
Into the pebble pool:  
Pen shall skinny dip  
Indigo ink rippling o’er    
Smooth naked flint skin.  
Love’lithic liberations  
Commit to where water and land meet.  
 
tri  
 
A rotten fish and seagull cadaver  
In fading light on verge of foreplay.  
Two pairs of glassed eyes become three  
A tourist forms a diorama trinity,  
Crumbling sepulchral razing on promenade.  
He belongs to family of bereaved  
Stood as binoculars ~ lost lenses        
Tracing bodies in morgue’ing memories:  
Angles shift, jaw jut to universe edge  
Heeled flesh to tine of every continent,  
70 degrees from the tired sun.  
Dreams cling to other side of breakers -  
He does not return my smile.  
 
pedwar  
 
Autumn breath draws  
Glacial curtains missionary open  
Allow anaesthetised mist to form  
On hospital windows by the sea.  
 
Oceans cry as Carmenta’s love child  
Cradled between bruised birth ribs  
& corded state of becoming    
Tears stretch flux to emotional flex.  
 
pump  
 
Beyond the peak of colours  
As mountains fall into  
Sleeptember shadowlands -  
Ember’ed sunsets slash day’s throat  
With a blunting blade,  
Cleaving thru’ hill cleavage with    
Ambering thrust of rust.  
 
Winter will be described thus:  
‘harsh’ ‘cruel’ ‘unrelenting’  
As it always is, and  
We always do -  
Living among patterns.  
 
chwech  
 
Old red eyes had returned  
One forgotten summer:  
Eternal Barman coalesced vodka  
Dredged dregs…..  
Cockroach bones, burnt diary ashes  
Eyelashes of love graved, guttered rain.  
 
In absence of absinthe sugar crystals  
Liquesce thru’ needled eye, spirit rasped  
Raw to throat, as rat being skinned.  
1001 ways to go astray  
Typical me, found another way…..  
You could tell as I slept all day.  
 
saith  
 
Sometimes a voice broken asks  
Brushing verisimilitude verse into corners:  
‘Is this all self portrait  
Palimpsest painting of inner self  
Is it all made up?  
Lipstick dust on mirrors  
Open books, stained cups  
Vase’d dead rose, rain rattling window?’  
 
wyth  
 
Contours of heart cartography/  
Finally found latitude of home:  
Tis long roam home when your name is shit,  
How could one walk into life of another  
When others have cut legs down to knees?  
Honey, I very much at home!  
   
Viewing our blue moon carnival  
Thru’ hubris of hubble telescope,  
Laika barks muffled drum roll  
For 2 souls in streamed confluence of 1.  
 
naw  
 
how dare we even  
think such things,  
when future is unthinkable  
but here we are –  
thinking it  
 
deg  
 
Snow shavings of your skin  
Will cover my mindscape  
Lightest veil will bridle all this  
To reins and straps of spring,  
Sun salutations,  
Butterfly breath on new’ing dawns.  
The summer can wait  
Strawberry finger prints on flesh  
Sucking in foutain’ous sandalwood streams.  
Let summer break prayers  
On circled monsoon marshland.    
 
In poetry of the night  
Writing into me  
Dusky ochre twilight  
Streetlights trace outstretched hands  
To dance amongst wildflowers.  
 
Pebbles…..  
Chrysanthemums…..  
Flowing flows.....  
Morning dream-drops  
Of all to behold.  
   
 
#pic. Irish Sea. By me. Boring facts of the day. Very close to the spot where Larkin’s parents met for first time in 1902. Ghost of Ruth Ellis has been perceived staring out to sea here. Last woman hanged in UK, raised in this town.
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PandoraUnleashed
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steamy curiosity

your words intrigue me
riveting my inner workings
teasing my insatiable appetite
for deeper meaning

i want to know more

your emotional intelligence
strikes a chord deep within
my grey matter
circuiting messages
creating new crave pathways

my fingers slide along the letters
attempting to identify
where my journey begins
a resonating need to know
who you are...

i’ve deciphered enough
to know what I want
my lingual abilities twofold
but that’s beside the point

my eyes are upon you
savoring your worldly views
your inspiring vulnerabilities
your ability to convey
sensuality so eloquently
yet with a fervor that ignites
a repeated contemplation

you are a refreshing breath
in a selfish and cold world
my disappointment in others
currently escalated
my radar for selfish Doppler
 
my exhale releases a quiet sigh
praying the vapor
upon your mental window
a million tiny droplets of condensation
finger trailed into a smile
just to spark your curiosity
doesn’t go unnoticed
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Seasonal Starwars

As the rain started  
I thought of dashing for the car  
and the umbrella in the boot,  
annoyed by windscreen condensation.  

You tried not to blink  
and walked like a bouncer  
giving the sky an evil eye.  
You then drew a smiley face on your window.  

As snowflakes fell  
I thought of salt  
and clearing driveways,  
wondering if I would get to work in the morning.  
 
You tried to catch each crystal,  
first like a goalkeeper,  
then in your mouth.  
Your breakfast footprints were first in the garden.  
 
As the wind rattled the house  
I thought of buckled fences  
and blown over rubbish bins,  
with a screwed up face I tried to tie it all down.  
 
You raised a school coat sail  
and skateboarded up the hill,  
then with your cape flapping  
you looked down, scouring the city for criminals.  
 
As the sun became unbearable  
I thought of factor 30  
and finding shade,  
complaining about the heat and sweating.  
 
You waged water pistol wars  
filling balloons at the outside tap.  
squealing round the garden  
being chased in just your underpants.  
 
Now you have children of your own  
and worry about, umbrellas, factor 30  
and blown over rubbish,  
I'm old and want to make the most of my days,
each season skips by like hours on a clock face.
 
You're taking me home  
for our usual Sunday lunch,
driving into heavy snow  
but I’m sitting in a star-field  
piloting an X-wing and  
about to make the jump to hyperspace.
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encore for the lesser beings

 


we are all only
a day away from:

a knives edge

a madman with
a gun

losing a job

losing a love

shattering our
sanity

each moment
a pennydreadful

a film noir

a french
farce

inside of us,
a grand theatre

act
upon
act of
mocking
critical
review

performances of the
wasted and hell-bound

wearing the masks
of
Thalia
and
Melpomene

and at our
feet

ants
applaud
and
cheer

 
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The winning poem is ________ by HowlingWhelms (nominated by Brando).

werbepause xvii ~ {blood consciousness ii} by _shadoe_ (nominated by Tallen) and simple furnishings by The_Silly_Sibyl (nominated by Miss_Sub) are the runners up.

Congratulations and thank you to everyone who nominated and/or voted.

Ahavati
Ahavati
Tyrant of Words
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Woot! A new winner!  Congratulations, Howlings, Shadoe, and SS!  Well done and deserving wins!

butters
butters
Fire of Insight
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congratulations, everyone! :D

Jade-Pandora
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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Wonderful results!  Congratulations to the winners!!🎉

LobodeSanPedro
LobodeSanPedro
Guardian of Shadows
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Now that’s a poem I wish I’d written ... congrats Howling; and many thanks to all who voted!

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