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[aid] => mick
[title] => Timeriver
[time] => 2006-04-20 11:34:32
[hometext] => I'm all about new styles of poetry. This is one where I've tried to integrate a beat poet style after recently reading Kerouac.
[bodytext] => Bars on the street Us windblown, sweeping and sleeping and song-dreaming a song of beauty grace and beauty Thoughtcolors in bloom Green-growth peaceful blues red anger hues in my head that dreamscape plainly fair A canvas for hope portraited despair Butterflied irony on air Yellow hesitation White calm Flash Seen on sightedge A subconscious alert! Yellow or Red? Look there! And I turn To nothing My gaze again ahead Sweet recollection: We - strolling In mine her hand Walking, touching, laughing Then silent... Now staring... Quiet, white. We leaf-drift away, flurried round. Blowing, these worldly winds, Over our worldly-weary souls Stuck in a twilight sadplace Thoughts an uphill race To future happiness I don't push hard To rescue her from self-sadness, Announcing only, "Just let memory wash over you - Colors and hues... A quickened rescue" - and then - "Raindrops on roses Us both here in poses" And true - Bodies dipped in vibrance. And this deadparty now so. We retire with "Let's go.." Alive with the night's Stillheat lingering in air Sticking to us, humid, Visible in her hair Across the flooded road A riverfull of faces leftflowing rightgoing And us a digressed group Our path now to tributary - A bar - a boilerroom Each person a bubble Vying for the top of the water Pop! Pop! And then Pop! Topside found Mixing air with air And again down. New bubblepeople rise. With us, The time, a fly, Buzzing ever onward Until its death My eyes and head sleepheavy, gray Drop... drop, a nodded conversation Speaking at a weary traveler, I talk amongst myself, I and I and I again Creep once upwards Surfacing above this headsea To say a quick farewell and leave Back to the wind That aqua-tinted swiftened Cunning breeze -- So clever, it. To push me from her, Until the next moment, with timefly alongside. Currents and currents - we flow. At that distant timedelta We'll meet again and end this.. An end made With the danger Of a kiss. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 427 [topic] => 73 [informant] => TheSpiritx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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