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    safe from harm that promises to your ghosts,
    a safe refuge within the depths
    of someone else; warm, inviting, playful,
    locks of your hair twirl around
    the finger of the one who you still hold.
    those playing outside so loud,
    the moon and sun actual facts. but for us,
    there is this imaginal land sewn,
    deemed for us the place which more than is
    a home we can move around us.
    death and defeat and the space between stars,
    dim recalling a past where mirrors
    broke the light which was inside them;
    and the fears moved like goblins
    displaced by the lack of a face, completely blind
    with what you've given away.
    not quite sure how this works. in these worlds,
    white tee-shirts hang on lines,
    next to rocks that speak with voices,
    and the moving dust gathers the wind
    to play around, to look for water.
    our names we call each other,
    we leash the unexpectedness, we feel
    silence pour into our veins, we more than remain
    symbols of our cultural heritage,
    and as much as we try to fight the other
    the Real Other watches without reacting.
    moves without knowing. the real One believes
    past believing, its own process stayed.

    the real truth of the words coming true,
    haunting the islands in my view.
    the real meaning of the words spoke out --
    they ring inside the well of children's hope
    where dark things rue the burning light,
    where I fell inside, and a story of the town
    wheeled around like bits of paper blown.

    and all i can say of the world,
    they walked away from--
    did it matter that I knew the difference
    blinded by the shapes of the sun
    of the stories the different people tell;
    O I know your dark clouds
    blockade the patient sun, too. O i know
    nothing anymore but these words:

    and the reasons for silence,
    and still the wonderful song of the birds,
    i can hold within my arms.
    Last edited by amenOra; 04-18-2018, 09:26 AM.

  • #2
    Hello amenOra, As if floating in the truths of a fairy-tale, of one's youth in and out of consciousness, as it were. As for now, in the arms of love - safe - for now - the world abides. A most splendid and very enjoyable passage of stylish verse. As always, class abounds. You are in fine health, I hope, Tony.

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    • amenOra
      amenOra commented
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      Same to you, Tony. Really glad you enjoyed, thanks ~

  • #3
    AmenOra there’s so many beautiful wistful comparisons in this piece. The only part I stumbled on was ‘The Real Other’ I don’t have suggestions but the rest is magical and I felt like this took away from the rest. Just my humble opinion.

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    • amenOra
      amenOra commented
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      Thanks, Alexandra, I am glad you came by, it's something I'll definitely think on. Thanks for your impression of the piece and your ideas, I appreciate it! Peace

  • #4
    white tee-shirts hang on lines,
    next to rocks that speak with voices,
    and the moving dust gathers the wind
    to play around, to look for water.

    im in love with this imagery...fantastic.

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