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The Gorge
Recall stalls...
-
At pressing
impressions
peanut butter
dusty
spice shake
hills;
and chills
-shrill-
scythes up the spine
It was an August fever
109
It was an orange
sundried tomato
gorge;
And I committed so much
optical gluttony
Arched
and clenched
in raspy grasps
of anarchy
Imbibing in flesh
crossing scalded
thresholds
of spirit and clothes
Giving grimy fingernails
to the lead
of unhallowed
undertow -
In a land
of no water
Spied by speckles
of tiger fire
sand
Play, play, play...
fringe stage
arcane
nameless
band
Slash me in
metal distortion
contorting
thrash
like a cat o' nine
Lecherous libations
heavy, heavy, heavy...
heaving heartbeats
haywire
hot, hot, hot...
Heat rash
bonfires
Sweated potations
swing off
limbs;
Cremation within
seared consciences
tan toned backs
naked and raked
Trances dance
through red pepper
lawless
torrid Twilight's
horrid
euphoric
chorus
Published 27th Feb 2018
| Edited 28th Feb 2018
Author's Note
Double-entendre here; it was a gorge (music fest), AT the gorge (Colombia Gorge, WA state) I'm not proud.
I agonized over which category to place this.
[Stock photo, not my photography]
I agonized over which category to place this.
[Stock photo, not my photography]
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beautiful Atomik I think you chose perfectly
with the dark category
this poem evoked feelings of being in a pit
and assaulted by the music
thrashed about by humanity
this is darkly awesome..
stellar ink..
love Crim
with the dark category
this poem evoked feelings of being in a pit
and assaulted by the music
thrashed about by humanity
this is darkly awesome..
stellar ink..
love Crim
27th Feb 2018 9:23pm
28th Feb 2018 00:17am
28th Feb 2018 6:54am
28th Feb 2018 00:31am
Damn girl! I wish I had but a small pinch of your talent.
Mirror Crim's comment.
Ain't no night with the Boston Philharmonic, but
either can leave you breathless and entranced.
Beautifully done.
Mirror Crim's comment.
Ain't no night with the Boston Philharmonic, but
either can leave you breathless and entranced.
Beautifully done.
28th Feb 2018 6:56am
Oh heavens Teri, you should know how much I admire and aspire to get the point you and others are at here <3
Thank you so much!
Thank you so much!
28th Feb 2018 10:24am
I know where the symbology went for me. I'm not sure if it was the intended place, but if it was, kudos.
28th Feb 2018 10:58am
Anonymous
2nd Mar 2018 00:34am
i really like your style. refreshingly vibrant and enthralling written delivery...i must not stray so long again
2nd Mar 2018 1:16am
Thank you, that's encouraging :) I've been away a lot lately, sometimes poets need a break!
2nd Mar 2018 2:07am
Anonymous
2nd Mar 2018 8:44pm
Nice write...my first thought was hades fire pits....but this was a dark poem indeed....
I love this
Love Autumn
I love this
Love Autumn
3rd Mar 2018 2:57am
Thank you so much! I'm thrilled that that was actually your first impression :) It was...in a sense.
10th Mar 2018 10:07pm
There are times that I do not fully understand your poems but they are always beautiful to read and to read out loud - I bow to your talent and skills - when I grow up I want to write like you :-))))))
11th Mar 2018 9:20pm
