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Friday, February 01, 2008

tongue and ink


toxic black etchings
draw false over not,
verbal tsunamis flood
the deepest of vaults,
erase templates
of minions and
on wings of the wind
pull tight the frail lines
of fracture...erasing
the cloth of light



Response for Sunday Scribblings

20 comments:

susiej.com said...

I love how you excavate the most amazing words in your poems... minions, frail and fracture mixed so well.

noahthegreat said...

Darkness becomes a blanket trapping the light.

I love the way you twist and turn your words.

Redness said...

Mmmm a reminder of "everything" lost in weather most foul! Brilliant as always!

Steve said...

I guess it must be cold there.
Very Cold!

Robin said...

"The cloth of light"

I love the image this conjures, especially on such a gray and cloudy day.

anthonynorth said...

You cleverly use words to highlight emotion, I think. As I said it, I could feel it in the way I spoke.
Very ingenious.

keith hillman said...

Your command of words is simply awesome. Wonderful.

The Literary Prostitute said...

I love the phrase 'verbal tsunamis'. Really powerful word usage!

paisley said...

your vocabulary and word usage slays me.. i feel like a first grader when i come here....

Linda said...

Love the alliteration in here! verbal/vaults. wings/wind, frail/fracture. What an expert with words you are!

Shari said...

Your poetry always sounds so professional.

Heather Kathleen said...

verbal tsunamis...

i felt this work deeply.

Herb Urban said...

This poem really hits me, especially in these coldest, darkest, cruelest days of winter.

forgetfulone said...

This poem is fabulous!

gautami tripathy said...

This hits me too. Delhi is unusally cold this time of the year.

fouled up, have you?

Jennifer Hicks said...

verbal tsunamis! the imagery there is powerful.

great post!

tricia stirling said...

wonderful.

Anonymous said...

Wonderful words... as always!

Dee
http://pavinganewroad.wordpress.com/

susan said...

One of the reasons why I like analysis is because I believe our personal experiences color how we perceive literature and language. What I read here is what is processed as negative language can overwhelm us and affect our creativity or light.

LittleWing said...

easing the cloth of light... yes, i see it just over the horizon... another beautiful sight tw ...