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Linking up: http://serinssphere.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/sedition/
I enjoyed this… the word ancient reminded me of my favourite Shakespeare lines so the rest of the poem was inspired by that…. 🙂
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http://twindaddyblog.wordpress.com/2014/10/15/rebirthing/
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I guess I am unclear as to the linkup, with no blog so here is my entry I hope some of the formatting holds up:
To Chance the Trance
She reentered the cavernous corridors of my mind
Kicking up dust devils as the recollections unwind
Previously still, pallid icons begin their ballet
Dripping dye adds color once their dance begins
Suddenly I am thrust there; then again we are near
Once a far-off dusty voice, those lusty pipes ring clear
My soul soars, sailing upon the breeze
Enthralled by her each and every breath
The staccato rhythm builds, I sense in my bones
Swirling in a stupor, even so the ritual comes
A high priestess holding court in a hall of carved and hewn stone
Her sermon from ancient tomes in some long forgotten foreign tongue
Vines cover her pulpit; they pulse, swell and sway
Supplicants fall at her feet; begin to chant and bray
On the altar sets a chalice full with alien nectar
A golden ape kissed and caressed her neck
Drums pound; producing a throbbing, pulsating din
Lizards’ crane there necks; macaws strain to get in
Stumbling through steaming stew; the muck and mud
I discern this dance anew as my face is flushed with blood
Now a writhing, wailing black clad beat poet
Creating chaos in a North Beach shotgun flat
Bongos beat out an incessant rhythm
Heads bob as a haze clouds the room
All eyes are locked and loaded on the woman
Wisdom sprouts like a lotus from her womb
While Coltrane wails the sparrow sets sail
Carrying wide the wonder of her speech
I fall upon my knees and crawl along the floor
Awestruck by the how and why this has been before
Then she was a long gone lady, vanished in the late night
Left me with a cotton mouth, misty eyed by the candle light
Once more the fates were fickle
I fear over the edge I had fallen
Gone astray, meandering though the maze
I have prompted the melting of my marrow
Infected by the heady stew of precedent
Pity me not, my pain is not misinterpreted
Losing what cannot be; but what I long for
Flay my flesh as I have failed once more
Welcome agony, whereas it appeases
I disown joy, it does no longer please
Vanished again, a sylvan specter skulking in corners unseen
Raven haired shadows shroud all; cover, conceal and screen
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The formatting did not hold up; oh well.
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http://franzical.wordpress.com/2014/10/14/a-reflection/
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