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[HarryHill]

water-child, you, of all people, know how to shape-change.

Call the wings of albatross,
sail the sea of air,
far 'cross the waters
to a land that's said is fair,
nest in the fragrant mass,
that is her auburn hair.

Call the selkie sleek and fast
swim to find those shores
leap wave to wave in glee
to find that distant summons cast
with visions of your door.

 

[butters]

Holy Shit. I'm fucking insane.
Bumped for Harry. This is why I liked your poem.
It's a quest. Only thing missing is a ring.
allo
there

almost every line begats a new poem. signposts. that first line's a corker

 

[HarryHill]

almost every line begats a new poem. signposts. that first line's a corker

What first line? trying to find the sequence of posts, pm's and comments. read the first half of that thread until my eyes glazed.

 

[butters]

Call the wings of albatross,
sail the sea of air,
far 'cross the waters
to a land that's said is fair,
nest in the fragrant mass,
that is her auburn hair.

Call the selkie sleek and fast
swim to find those shores
leap wave to wave in glee
to find that distant summons cast
with visions of your door.

*smiles*

no blues and twos
these sirens ring without alarm
on briny air or foamy brine
the heart's refrain it carries
singing home, home, home...

 

[butters]

What first line? trying to find the sequence of posts, pm's and comments. read the first half of that thread until my eyes glazed.

oh harry

12's post where he says this:

Holy Shit. I'm fucking insane.
Bumped for Harry. This is why I liked your poem.
It's a quest. Only thing missing is a ring.
allo
there

he was speaking of your poem, i was following other paths. but almost every line suggests another poem waiting to be written. rest your goddamned eyes

 

[HarryHill]

*smiles*

no blues and twos
these sirens ring without alarm
on briny air or foamy brine
the heart's refrain it carries
singing home, home, home...

Ulysses had his sirens
those twins that sang a ship to shore
under splayed hands
that hold a dream before
starving homebound sailors
to their native land
..
reaching, stumble.

 

[butters]

Ulysses had his sirens
those twins that sang a ship to shore
under splayed hands
that hold a dream before
starving homebound sailors
to their native land
..
reaching, stumble.

*reaches out*

i know the stones are interesting, prospector, but dya need a hand up from there?

 

[HarryHill]

*reaches out*

i know the stones are interesting, prospector, but dya need a hand up from there?

Your hands hold my heart, puss
*sigh*
always a steading influence
and the stones really are quite remarkable

 

[butters]

Your hands hold my heart, puss
*sigh*
always a steading influence
and the stones really are quite remarkable

stone, air, water, fire
we always come back to these, miau?

 

[HarryHill]

stone, air, water, fire
we always come back to these, miau?

This reminds me of a movie called the Fifth Element
..
The stone of your convictions,
the air we breathe,
water truth
fired loins and mind
unknown predictions
of poetry's
recursion

 

[butters]

This reminds me of a movie called the Fifth Element
..
The stone of your convictions,
the air we breathe,
water truth
fired loins and mind
unknown predictions
of poetry's
recursion

that electrical connection

 

[HarryHill]

that electrical connection

Electricutie
nothing shocks you
you leave me in galvanic bliss

 

[UnderYourSpell]

69

My strummed clitoris.
your hummed penis,
our anal vibration
simultaneously
explodes desire.

 

[butters]

Electricutie
nothing shocks you
you leave me in galvanic bliss

eighteen years
kind of knocks the shocks
right out of you

except

the true ugliness of some
the honest beauty of others -
these still hold the power
to rock me

 

[butters]

i wonder if holding that hand
on the pier
when the light turned wet sand to iced-lilac
and the dome glowed pinkly blue
i wonder
if it would have tethered me firm
or if we would have both floated
on more nebulous strings
lost to the wonder
embracing it all
yet anchored by touch

 

[butters]

frozen hearts
embrace the endless white
seek its purity
empty themselves
bloodless

 

[HarryHill]

Perfect Weather

Rainy rainy day
drumming static at the top of the house,
tin roofed bedroom where sound
muffles moans and I love you's,
blankets sighs and steady breaths
between the times when we rest
waiting for the boom of thunder
a flash through high dormers
the silence when eye meets eye
thigh moves against thigh.

 

[butters]

Rainy rainy day
drumming static at the top of the house,
tin roofed bedroom where sound
muffles moans and I love you's,
blankets sighs and steady breaths
between the times when we rest
waiting for the boom of thunder
a flash through high dormers
the silence when eye meets eye
thigh moves against thigh.

oh god, i love this!

 

[HarryHill]

oh god, i love this!

Stop looking out the window and come back to bed.

 

[HarryHill]

Under Construction

blackbird singing its calling down the night song as all light leaches swiftly away... can't see the bird, just hear its liquid notes, singing to the fast approaching dark. ...butters

..........................................
1:27
now inspiration's gone
a song plays in my head
the poet seems to know my life; it's there in words he said.
..
Call down the night
with your hidden song and form
singing sweetly
1:43

 

[butters]

..........................................
1:27
now inspiration's gone
a song plays in my head
the poet seems to know my life; it's there in words he said.
..
Call down the night
with your hidden song and form
singing sweetly
1:43

the magic tricks a poet wields
the writers of the songs
they weave a net
around your heart
and string your mind along

 

[HarryHill]

the magic tricks a poet wields
the writers of the songs
they weave a net
around your heart
and string your mind along

and we so love to play with string here.

 

[HarryHill]

the magic tricks a poet wields
the writers of the songs
they weave a net
around your heart
and string your mind along

..
I watched an ambulance
pull close
to rescue workers in snow
drawing from the water
travelers fallen through the ice
All quite horrifying
from a brief distracted glance

But then the eye begins to turn
there's more than meets first sight
for the victims not a human
it's a deer that's in this plight

They roped him by the antlers
drew him lifeless to the shore
performed CPR on the spot
strapped him on a gurney
hauled him up the hill
then put him in the ambulance
and slowly pulled away.
..

 

[HarryHill]

i wonder if holding that hand
on the pier
when the light turned wet sand to iced-lilac
and the dome glowed pinkly blue
i wonder
if it would have tethered me firm
or if we would have both floated
on more nebulous strings
lost to the wonder
embracing it all
yet anchored by touch

There's a memory connected with this,
but perhaps that my recollection
and not yours butters
I can never recall when words of yours
were not unkind and light

 

[butters]

and we so love to play with string here.

theories and knots:
wot
poets have
a lot
of