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The Dawn
now that you are gone…
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed momentarily
if not dig deep to be pound~ hard deconstructs
in all the viciously viscous slippery bogs you easily
slip me in your seemingly naïve web of a vincible
ignorance you smother airtight in an indecipherable
cold-(s)mug silence…
many draining nights of cruel quick desertion
you insipidly empty me as feudal leeches.. delibly
sealing as if kiss~ like marks of only stinky dirt
writhing plaques & a melodramatic frothy moist~
dearth of a salival bug coldness in its allegorical
lingering allergically still~ remnant toxicities… that
by my hallowed soul~ flame sublimities, a destiny,
break off to brittle blown off bonelessly evaporating
nontraceable nothingness, an antidotally nature’s
saving blissful grace..
that just expels your blind night’s vile greenery
of roaring slavish breweries’ slapping concoctions....
out of my fragrant bouquet’s throbbing pure
chalice holding decoctions of a red~ rosaceous
heart, now in an evermore fuller fluorescence
crop~ bloom of a blood fill~ thickening arterial
succulence…. & thus, this in exuberance, the
self-Pollock’s pain-(s)peaking streaks of my
vermilion verses splattering a free new dawn
Published 1st Nov 2020
Author's Note
#89 . Robonoid xx
A Tribute to #AiOgwaga. Braving her voice & essence is greatly challenging yet liberating.
Down the bitterish memorylane & once past, What one awakens Now to is .. Love is All.. .. in its Freedom & newness & a Dawning each now.. in its mutual adorations & explorations eternal..
Inspired by The Poem 'Disregard' here at
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42546/disregard
Pic: Web. Jackson Pollock, Untitled, 1951
A Tribute to #AiOgwaga. Braving her voice & essence is greatly challenging yet liberating.
Down the bitterish memorylane & once past, What one awakens Now to is .. Love is All.. .. in its Freedom & newness & a Dawning each now.. in its mutual adorations & explorations eternal..
Inspired by The Poem 'Disregard' here at
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42546/disregard
Pic: Web. Jackson Pollock, Untitled, 1951
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1st Nov 2020 10:45am
Pairs wonderfully with Pollock.
It is like a beautiful, percussive, living fever, swelling and swelling, eating like a tornado.
Melancholy without a shred of weakness or frailty.
You are such a unique and important writer (especially in times like these). Always a pleasure. Thank you for sharing!
It is like a beautiful, percussive, living fever, swelling and swelling, eating like a tornado.
Melancholy without a shred of weakness or frailty.
You are such a unique and important writer (especially in times like these). Always a pleasure. Thank you for sharing!
1st Nov 2020 11:23am
"many draining nights of cruel quick desertion
you insipidly empty me as feudal leeches.."
OMG Now tnat's going to end up in one of my nightmares.
Good luck in the judging, Uma!
you insipidly empty me as feudal leeches.."
OMG Now tnat's going to end up in one of my nightmares.
Good luck in the judging, Uma!
1st Nov 2020 11:50am
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1st Nov 2020 4:43pm
Brave, cathartic & defiant. Love this doo. Your style is so utterly unique. The past is a blasting hurricane, which storms away. Much love xx
1st Nov 2020 9:26pm
This is such a wonderful piece of poetry uma...of epic proportions. You capture the price of freedom in such a powerful way...bravery on show.
🙏 Harry
🙏 Harry
4th Nov 2020 5:18pm
I love what Randon had to say, so poetically capturing the way your writing sweeps us up in it's inspirational zeal, a fever of spiritual presence, rising in passionate crescendos and falling into soulful silence. Gorgeous.
