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"Poetry and Beautiful Women" , ***♂♥♥QUORN♥♥♀ and Imperfectlywhen you go away
when the smoke
rears itself over the maze
of my solitude
my soul stuck in a collar
and slacks
palpitates under cover
the hunter smells blood
in his boots
the ardent saint becomes
a dealer in a casino
the poet stopped laughing
a long time ago
she is not in the same branches
outside
she is not lying in the bed of needles
inside
is there anything in the world
is there even a world
or just this fractured distance
that I hold in my arms
like a pillow in a headlock?
is there anything beside this smoke
rising
this desire
concealing its roots
in the floor?
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Nascha
I really felt with you in this one Anthony. xx
anthony dimichele replied
thank you Jane~ but as I spend time alone, solitude wraps itself around me, and then… I REMEMBER myself!
Sally Omar
Awesome!!!!!!!!!! xxoxoxoxo
hsien-ku
you articulate it so well, the beauty of the question is equalled by the beauty of the writing.
but although i know the shape of this question very well, i have never found an answer to it – although surely an answer exists. perhaps when you find it you will write another poem, just as beautiful, and noone will understand it.
anthony dimichele replied
thank you. when the question(s) arises from within, from the blood, perhaps knowing the question is the answer? (G said what cannot be found within the body cannot be found).
that is, the Spirit In the Machine… it is tapping into that ~ then the questions feel like answers… for me anyway.
Selkie
“The validation of Imperfection”http://www.redbubble.com/groups/imperfectly…
Selkie
The validation of Imperfection...
(or, rather…hehe)