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Then I Face the Cold, Alone
I stop at the foot of the hill this morning.
The hyacinth has been crushed under-hoof,
its keen scent falls up from the grass as the sun
sits behind the trees, keeping everything bleak
and between seeing, thinking, sounds and objects
there are spaces that are uncontrolled;
a divine hallucination like the short gap
between sleep and awake
and it's in this space I see you:
Stripped with dark puddled-eyes,
if you had voice you'd kill. If I was a moth,
and you a bird, I'd drink your tears
while you sleep.
If you could slip from your bones, your skin
would make the same noise as my lips parting.
I am not better than nothing. I have to go
to try and change that.
I can only exist in between, as can you.
Maybe next time I'll see you
with moth wings flexing in the sun,
on your chest, your eyes, dry as bliss.
Written by
MrAlptraum
(Mr A)
Published 25th May 2013
| Edited 11th Jun 2013
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Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
25th May 2013 2:20pm
re: Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
25th May 2013 2:40pm
Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
25th May 2013 2:55pm
wow...like
I just rote
a thing seemingly coming from a most similar 'space'/'place' as this [but
different,y'know?yeah,ye do)
but nonetheless,all-the-more,
another well-worthwhile visit to
your alptrauma...
---rite on---
I just rote
a thing seemingly coming from a most similar 'space'/'place' as this [but
different,y'know?yeah,ye do)
but nonetheless,all-the-more,
another well-worthwhile visit to
your alptrauma...
---rite on---
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re: Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
25th May 2013 3:09pm
Those spaces are hard to find, and grasp, but most poemworthy.
This visit is always appreciated, Mr. Sax.
This visit is always appreciated, Mr. Sax.
Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
26th May 2013 4:05am
Stripped with dark puddled-eyes,
if you had voice you'd kill. If I was a moth,
and you a bird, I'd drink your tears
while you sleep.. omg. i'm speechless. Mr A? holy shit i'm in awe.. this is a keeper..
if you had voice you'd kill. If I was a moth,
and you a bird, I'd drink your tears
while you sleep.. omg. i'm speechless. Mr A? holy shit i'm in awe.. this is a keeper..
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re: Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
26th May 2013 9:53am
Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
27th May 2013 7:38am
I especially liked:
keeping everything bleak
and between seeing, thinking, sounds and objects
there are spaces that are uncontrolled;
a divine hallucination like the short gap
between sleep and awake
Very well written, Mr A.
Impressive.
keeping everything bleak
and between seeing, thinking, sounds and objects
there are spaces that are uncontrolled;
a divine hallucination like the short gap
between sleep and awake
Very well written, Mr A.
Impressive.
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re: Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
27th May 2013 4:11pm
Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
Small quibble with one word. Lat stanza. Though the rule is changing, I think it's still considered proper to use "try to" instead of "try and." The rest of it... well it was just excellent. These writings of yours just keep getting better. I like the scent falling up, and thus suppose keen is the right adjective to make that possible. Right now there are only three people's work that I find the time to read, you being one of them.
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re: Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
27th May 2013 4:15pm
You are one hundred percent right, but I was already freaking out about the other two TOs there, so I cheated with an and. Needs working on.
That's a mighty compliment, bragg. Keeps me going. Cheers, man.
That's a mighty compliment, bragg. Keeps me going. Cheers, man.
Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
28th May 2013 6:41am
This was fantastic, Mr. A. You're eloquent, descriptive, set a realistic setting. It's a very refined piece of art.
There's much more I would like to say, but it's passed over my head. You have that effect. Aha
There's much more I would like to say, but it's passed over my head. You have that effect. Aha
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31st May 2013 4:19pm
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28th May 2013 9:33pm
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31st May 2013 4:20pm
Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
Anonymous
11th Jun 2013 12:59pm
Utterly brilliant, grotesque love poem. One that makes me insanely envious. S2 reminds me of "The Fly" by John Donne, S3 a mix of modern horror with a Gothic sensibility, while the poem as a whole is gloriously morbid, yet beautiful. Nature, death and sex combine to perfection here.
My two suggestions would be that you put a comma after L4 of S4, and delete the last line, which is nice, but tripped me up a bit and felt unnecessary. Those are merely suggestions, though, JMHO, and the poem is fabulous as it is. Thank you for the read.
My two suggestions would be that you put a comma after L4 of S4, and delete the last line, which is nice, but tripped me up a bit and felt unnecessary. Those are merely suggestions, though, JMHO, and the poem is fabulous as it is. Thank you for the read.
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re: Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
11th Jun 2013 9:04pm
I will say no to the comma, but I can see the use of cutting the last line off; I'll run past my editor.
Cheers, Jack. Always good to see your mug, and charm. Hate the term Love Poem; don't think I've actually ever written one, but I've written around them.
Cheers, Jack. Always good to see your mug, and charm. Hate the term Love Poem; don't think I've actually ever written one, but I've written around them.
Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
17th Jun 2013 6:32pm
What catches me most bout yo poem is that it doesn't carry the usual metaphors or similes that are so often used with love poetry and yet they so piercing.
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re: Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
17th Jun 2013 10:44pm
Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
23rd Jun 2013 5:14am
This is brilliant. Poetry is all about making metaphors and ideas never thought of before to express something universally expeirenced, and this nails it. Feelies.
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re: Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
30th Jun 2013 8:30pm
Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
Anonymous
29th Jun 2013 9:02pm
Your wording is exceptional..like
fables foretold, a fairytale of
sorts, animated, yet there lies
realism of human emotions.
My favorite lines:
If you could slip from your bones, your skin
would make the same noise as my lips parting.
If I was a moth,
and you a bird, I'd drink your tears
while you sleep.
Really amazing:)
fables foretold, a fairytale of
sorts, animated, yet there lies
realism of human emotions.
My favorite lines:
If you could slip from your bones, your skin
would make the same noise as my lips parting.
If I was a moth,
and you a bird, I'd drink your tears
while you sleep.
Really amazing:)
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re: Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
30th Jun 2013 8:31pm
Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
18th Sep 2013 12:07pm
I am not understanding your words. I hope you can explain or idea or feelings. I hope to read more of your words
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Re: Then I Face the Cold, Alone
28th Nov 2013 6:41pm