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January 26, 2005
Cliff Notes by `nonculture
Another piece of writing from the edge - this time the edge happens to be the edge of a cliff, the rim of a glass, the brink of emotional catharsis. Cliff Notes by `nonculture takes us on a well-crafted walk that keeps us from teetering over the precipice, no matter how many times we dare to tread.
Another piece of writing from the edge - this time the edge happens to be the edge of a cliff, the rim of a glass, the brink of emotional catharsis. Cliff Notes by `nonculture takes us on a well-crafted walk that keeps us from teetering over the precipice, no matter how many times we dare to tread.
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Cliff Notes
Cricket leg serenades
To this Asbach taste that veneers late Tuesday -
Companions to a cork parade
Of characters strolling through the vines;
Residential escape in charmed, young prime
Staving off charge of rolling night.
Fetch your pink,
From recessed cupboards, bottled up
To pour on ice.
Relax.
Lay the tumbler to the coaster;
Watch condensation droplets
Pool into a question
You avoid.
The modern art above your bed
Is sacrilege;
Grasping for tradition, well-kept
And bred in sound conditions;
A sieve that bled until she cried
Your name
From underneath those lines,
And you found heaven
Through that answer in her eyes
Shattering shock of matter melting,
Diluting tonight’s pride and worth
As the minutes go by;
Leave rocks behind
To remind of true meaning -
Everything at home is everything that’s right.
Cricket leg serenades
To this Asbach taste that veneers late Tuesday -
Companions to a cork parade
Of characters strolling through the vines;
Residential escape in charmed, young prime
Staving off charge of rolling night.
Fetch your pink,
From recessed cupboards, bottled up
To pour on ice.
Relax.
Lay the tumbler to the coaster;
Watch condensation droplets
Pool into a question
You avoid.
The modern art above your bed
Is sacrilege;
Grasping for tradition, well-kept
And bred in sound conditions;
A sieve that bled until she cried
Your name
From underneath those lines,
And you found heaven
Through that answer in her eyes
Shattering shock of matter melting,
Diluting tonight’s pride and worth
As the minutes go by;
Leave rocks behind
To remind of true meaning -
Everything at home is everything that’s right.
Literature
turning
Leaves fall like golden flame on to the road,
the sky stands still and blue.
The earth bears fruit, bright berries, purple, red.
The sun weighs heavily
in the autumn air-- fragrant, ripe, and warm,
like an apple ready to be picked.
There is no death here, only gentle turning.
A blush steals over trees
as they drop their many children to the earth.
Soon they will fall asleep,
exhausted by their own fecundity,
and winter's white blanket will cover them.
Literature
102834COLDSLEEP
102834COLDSLEEP
perchance to dream.
time freezes shut of the heart-warming
of the folds of sunshine above the clouds
or angels and aeroplanes suspended in winter skies
by tensile-threads and vapour trails
in a fragile moment, these worlds held still
in the space between release of breath
i dream in silence,
like a king.
© jmr04
Literature
Can't you hear it?
Can't you hear it?
You were dead before the day had even begun,
but you never could have known it.
C r a c k
Broken
in seven places, they told me afterwards.
---
There was a stale taste in the air
as we set out,
though at the time I wouldn't have taken any notice of it.
Those fresh leather seats seemed so…
inviting.
We both knew we were well above the limits:
all of them.
Too fast, too high and too intoxicated.
And somewhere along the way,
time stopped.
For a fleeting moment there was sile
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11/30 - Edited with comments in mind, thanks all.
Writers use words to understand Everything, sometimes in hope that Everything understands the words in return.
So, this is for Everything.
Writers use words to understand Everything, sometimes in hope that Everything understands the words in return.
So, this is for Everything.
© 2003 - 2024 nonculture
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Great work, congrats on the DD 