Winner: Poem of the Week: April 16, 2006
AurorA
by OriOnpheOnix
Upper cuts into the surface.
Top of the world stance.
And the stars - Are still so far.
Anointed disjointed - Layered light year.
Permeating soul - Into the precision of a shimmer.
Into receptors - Which disappear into spheres.
Where undiscovered sea urchins – Slide and Glide.
Volcanic introversion depth pursues echelon.
Crept into depth beneath that of death.
Life line a vertical whirl wind of nether land.
This is not life - This is -
Extension – Expansion - Suspension – Dimension.
Aurora... Had her hand once graced my brow.?.
Secreting secrets in silk and satin.
Poisoned in the poise of blood bond.
All trees die as my eye – Absorbs the light.
And breath exudes into preludes of solitude.
Lungs capacitate chloroform form.
Into an ocean of god tear stars…
Aurora… Did I grab her crown – Pull it down.?.
Anointed disjointed – Layered light year.
Into shadow – Cold – Hollow.
Into the precision of a shimmer.
Into my lightless oblivion of illumination.
Into the innovation - of the new AurorA.
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Winner: Poem of the Week: April 16, 2006
The Value of a Barn
by rlnimages
Without speaking of it,
they all understood
that the memory
would be worth the mud.
Forty years hence,
they would sit in their dry parlors
and remember
the barn-raisings.
The beams would be less gritty,
the splinters reduced to sawdust.
The flies would swarm and tease,
but never land.
They would remember the blood pounding in the temples
And let slip any memory of the painful gasping for air
that accompanied it.
And in these grayer years,
they would be protected by glasses and hats,
from the sun that had once beaten itself out
against their sweaty, laughing chests
in the pink morning.
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