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the twilighting where we met
you speak the sadness inside you
and it is poetry
hold back your tears
weep ink stains on the page
when sunset brushes the sky with purple & orange
neon, I go out to the scarlet streets. some people
are afraid of the dark, but I know the night, & the
night knows me.
blinking eyes in shadowy doorways: street girls huddle
there to avoid the chilling wind. they come out for slowly
passing cars, to sell their garish beauty, easy & slick
under their trench coats.
in the far distance, beyond their sordid tales, I found you,
interwoven in your odes of sorrow & survival;
the temptation of hardcore yearnings,
& the challenge that said don’t get close.
how many sticks of dynamite do you carry in your name,
I wonder, to blast your way out of offers of intimacy,
proposed to trap your runaway heart.
run with me, then, when thunder sings & lightning burns
the obsidian sky. we’ll carve our own bliss from the raging
storm, & when we fall, we’ll make love on the verdant plain,
with the rain beating us…
we are all poets –
those in secret, perhaps,
the most fortunate.
Published 18th Aug 2015
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18th Aug 2015 9:04pm
18th Aug 2015 9:41pm
Knightly Feddler... .!
What.. what is the temperature of
the ichor running through your
veins? the color? the texture?
I must return to this, you're a
habitation & mystere...
18th Aug 2015 10:42pm
"I know the night, and the night knows me" is a marvelous line, and there are plenty of others here that come close. And you so often find the most amazing black & white pics, erotic and tasteful. Excellent...
18th Aug 2015 10:52pm
"when sunset brushes the sky with purple & orange
neon, I go out to the scarlet streets.some people
are afraid of the dark, but I know the night, & the
night knows me."
~this gives the impression of almost tucking oneself into a darkness, snuggling a petite blanket of sorrows **perfect*
"the temptation of hardcore yearnings,
& the challenge that said don’t get close"
~essence captured.. *then...
"how many sticks of dynamite do you carry in your name,
I wonder, to blast your way out of offers of intimacy,"
~..*dangers/challenge made known..
"always a pleasure SirJ".. she says in dainty curtsy,
~d
neon, I go out to the scarlet streets.some people
are afraid of the dark, but I know the night, & the
night knows me."
~this gives the impression of almost tucking oneself into a darkness, snuggling a petite blanket of sorrows **perfect*
"the temptation of hardcore yearnings,
& the challenge that said don’t get close"
~essence captured.. *then...
"how many sticks of dynamite do you carry in your name,
I wonder, to blast your way out of offers of intimacy,"
~..*dangers/challenge made known..
"always a pleasure SirJ".. she says in dainty curtsy,
~d
19th Aug 2015 2:45am
19th Aug 2015 3:10am
Anonymous
19th Aug 2015 5:05am
I could write an essay of analysis. Instead I can summarize: Masterful Poetry.
19th Aug 2015 8:27am
You are able to tailor your poetry to the audience without seeming contrived. There is skill in it. The simplest lines catch in the throat for me, 'run with me, then' and of course the verse before it. Feels, feels, feels.
19th Aug 2015 11:11am
your heart is deep and your mind and words even deeper yet. Just the description of the sunset was enough to pull me on into your poem, this beautiful work. You know the night indeed.
19th Aug 2015 4:05pm
John in awe of your talent love this..
"when sunset brushes the sky with purple & orange
neon, I go out to the scarlet streets. some people
are afraid of the dark, but I know the night, & the
night knows me."
also love the deference and understanding you give to the working girls..
with love Crim
"when sunset brushes the sky with purple & orange
neon, I go out to the scarlet streets. some people
are afraid of the dark, but I know the night, & the
night knows me."
also love the deference and understanding you give to the working girls..
with love Crim
19th Aug 2015 6:26pm
i'm running out of compliments to pay adequate tribute to your art & express gratitude for your sharing it...
... tongue tied & loving it, mister feddeler
... tongue tied & loving it, mister feddeler
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21st Aug 2015 3:20am
"run with me, then, when thunder sings & lightning burns
the obsidian sky. we’ll carve our own bliss from the raging
storm, & when we fall, we’ll make love on the verdant plain,
with the rain beating us" wow that was simply Breathtaking..very moving ink..Splendid as Always John!!!
the obsidian sky. we’ll carve our own bliss from the raging
storm, & when we fall, we’ll make love on the verdant plain,
with the rain beating us" wow that was simply Breathtaking..very moving ink..Splendid as Always John!!!
16th Oct 2016 9:05am
Rain has a poetic hold on us and this piece really takes us there. Stunning artwork,too.
Another beautiful masterpiece....
Another beautiful masterpiece....
