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Topic: Sweet, warm child of the library
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themysteryclub
Knowflake Posts: 48
From: a silent place
Registered: Nov 2005
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posted February 27, 2006 05:05 AM
 
The embryonic chant..my heart
is silently breaking, under the spell of the room...my furniture is breathing life to me.
There are carvings and lightings and shadows
there are myths and ponderings..
there are my sweet thoughts, because the child of my soul came out and we are enjoying a lovely, comfortable conversation. Unharmed for the timeShe lifts her blouse and curiusly eyes the scar immediently under...she is so curious and I am so wise..but the warmth has quite come now, and I am curious also. My beautiful child, she is so nice...And though we see it, there is no troubling glance. THe shadows are there but we have learned to befriend them, hence denying them of perversity. Someone wants to go iceskating, and the secrets of the word are questioning me...I am quite filled. Can I not always retain it..contain it...but my beautiful soul child has gone to play her game, she has gone to an ill-rest, until invited again once more. I long for her so dearly, but I couldn't possibly invite her out until she can be safe.. though i know in the danger her innocent tears would save me. Numbness and overwhelm stands between us..and we are learning to still the wrigling from the fist, which was once cold, but now seems to glow and warm a bit...her tears won't be cold, and like the little vial they will be such a soothing draught. IP: Logged |
themysteryclub
Knowflake Posts: 48
From: a silent place
Registered: Nov 2005
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posted February 27, 2006 05:08 AM
This 'poem', or whatever one might choose to call it, was written entirely in the raw and has not been refined... a rought sketch of my last sunday afternoon, while I was reading "Lord of the Rings" in my living room...quite a couple of hours I had there, and this is the sentiment of it all. I hope it is enjoyable and not utterly confusing  Of course, if it is the above, then suffice it to say that it was a beautiful time. Kind of like having an elven drink, one might say  IP: Logged | |
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