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lethehallowed cure
or, is it?

olden taste
of nightmares gone hope

breathe in
the unsullied beauty

desire is wild

wisdom
is a nomad

wander, soul
further and ahead
drown the past, deeper
if you must

but never forget
how to trace your footsteps back
to the knowledge of pain;

even memory
would rather un-remember
desolation.

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Silvergoldto flow is to last
to outlast
to have found
ever-seeking

fluidity of enchantment
liquid dream
awake, I touch you
aglow

tidal priestess
of ripples and magic
bound to everflow;

I know what forever
tastes like.

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wind advisorybattle of colors and wills
and seasons

the branches flail
as two clans of clouds clash

fallen soldiers, the leaves
dance downward
needing no obituary;
Nature always turns
death into life

no greed, no vain crusade
for power, to be abused
no tears, no graves, no mourning

come morning, the sun may shine
or perhaps, the rain and wind will keep
the stronghold of their stormy pact

but still, instead of bloodshed
there will be nourishment
and the un-weak that fall
will only make the union
and blessed harmony, stronger

balance;
if only we fought our wars
like General Gaia.

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gone ripplingwhere hope dies weeping
weathered tears of cold decay
impervious beauty springs
in radiant cascades

clad in a lucent mist
veiled silence that commands
a furtive resurrection
of warbling promise

unwitting splendor caught
in a fluid moment, trancelike.

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treevial soliloquyLeaves like butterflies
are kisses, pieces of me
have fallen like rain.

Reflections never lie
unless we seek in vain
to see what cannot be.

I watch me shed
another love affair
with fickle autumn

Fragments of memories
blind eyes floating
on a withering face

of water and sky is
the palindromic essence
of my still fate.

I silently embrace
the long, cold wait
of winter's bareness.

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aft and aheadwinds of change
blowing faster than
I can adjust my sails

perhaps I stubbornly refuse to
perhaps it's why I broke the compass
even though I know my course is set
in spite of me

(I want to tie the world to the mast
tweak the rudder and feed the ship
to the siren-wraiths, anchor-less
forget-me-bound

then swim to you unbounded
watching Ithaca
as it sinks)

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un-gaggedWords rattle and hiss
snakelike rivers twisting, jousting
silenced knots that would defy
the very sword of Damocles,
tongue-sharp and flesh-thirsty.

Smothered flow, refused exodus
(like a circumscribed sky)
music-less and cramped
between the whimper and the howl;
foul and violent the taste
of muse's suffocation.

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RecitativeYou're right. I have chosen the uniform of mourning,
At first it seemed that I had made my choice pragmatically.

I thought the dark mode would enhance my performing,
nothing in my appearance would distract from my words.

Then I realised that I was mourning indeed. Each poem
experience once lived avidly, now but a wordy husk.

sidekicklet me be foam

run me through your fingers
feel me bubble, underneath
your smile of sun and swagger

let the ebb seduce the flow
and chase me, over the horizon
forgetting for a night(dance)

that you can never catch me.

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©2012-2013 *halcyonshores

"The waves have heard of you
How you caress, how you kiss..
..Around your neck, at the bay
We are always the light and the shade."

from THE MONOGRAM (1971) Odysseas Elytis

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This piece inspired these beautiful words.
PassionCrossed fingers, coated in black cotton, they tear,

And the thread unravels into my blue-tinted palms.

If I could, I would summon the severe force of the earth

As terrible as a titan, daunting as thunder.

Instead, I will watch you tread delicately on the dainty air,

And capture the same with one hushed whisper.

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~neuroticmnemonic Jan 12, 2013 Writer

"sea-eyed" is a kickass term...

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*halcyonshores Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you. I always feel special when you return and visit.

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~NocturneJewel Dec 15, 2012

Lovely words, dipped into the filigree of sea dreams. May the sea hear your call...

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*halcyonshores Dec 16, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

No matter how far away she is,
hear me she does. Thank you so much.

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~NocturneJewel Dec 17, 2012

You're very much welcome, Sister Poetess.

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`thetaoofchaos Dec 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

The wonderful sound quality is overtaken by the graceful movement of the images.

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*halcyonshores Dec 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Honored, I be.

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*KDMB Dec 13, 2012

take me there......your words do just that.....

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*halcyonshores Dec 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

What a beautiful thing to say...
Thank you so much Kim.

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*KDMB Dec 16, 2012

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