exile

Cherry

By celticman

Thu, 26 Feb 2015
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13 comments
 

Woke up this morning.

She could talk forever.

We had less than an hour.

Little book of miracles in her hand

                   Understand.

We were kind to each other

So it seemed

In our deep disordered dreams.

                   Why?

The wisdom of hindsight

Pencil-poses rubbed right

Folie-a-deux flight

                   Are you sick?

Swim and slam metal plates

Shock buck-naked flames

Mistake

                   the cause- because

Demons sprung you said

All in the head

Sutured and salved

                   life controlled. 

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Comments

Submitted by tibi popovici on

I find it very interesting, celtic. Waking up in the morning, you and her, very closed toghether, after a nightmare, can create a bond even stronger.

Good luck for competition!

Submitted by celticman on

thanks tibli. you should enter, if you haven't already!

 

Submitted by tibi popovici on

I already paid, but I don't think I am ready for it..., at least, don't have anything good to share these days.

 

Submitted by celticman on

go for it tibi, part of poetry is not being ready. 

 

Submitted by tibi popovici on

How tempting may sound, I need to pass it this time smiley

thanks for encouraging

Submitted by tibi popovici on

Changed my mind, thanks to you, celtic

Submitted by VeraClark on

Always more than meets the political eye between the sheets.The italics work really well.Break a leg, Celt.

 

Submitted by celticman on

hope not Vera, but thanks for popping in. 

 

Submitted by celticman on

good tibli, winning is a non-poetic notion taking part is the biggie. 

 

Submitted by Bee on

This is great - and those italics work almost as a second poem. 

Bee

Submitted by celticman on

thanks bee, it was almost like cheating having a second poem in the first. Too good to resist. 

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi CM

An interesting poem - full of layers.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by celticman on

cheers jean