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Life of Meaning
by Laura DoomYou are motion in poetry
an act of creation
in whose images I am made
life-like. To read your eyes,
as might a lover, fulfils
a death-wish so pure
it claims my last gasp;
invites you to fall
into this hollowed space
where our fingers may kiss.
Crushed bone forms my structure
spilt blood swells my voice
raw flesh realizes my meaning...
In one piece, you strip me
of substance and I disintegrate.
A proposition shuffles in the dark:
with this dream, I thee dread. 01/12/2012 Posted on 01/12/2012
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 01/12/12 at 02:09 AM The imagery here is haunting, as well as the overall tone. Great piece of writing. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/12/12 at 03:02 AM This might be one of the most straight-forward things of yours I've ever read. That's not a knock. It still has your trademark eye for detail and beauty within things most tend to not see. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/12/12 at 11:13 PM I've read this and have come back to it several times... each reading bestows a complete new/other meaning, and all of them blow my mind. You are profoundly able to do this so often, well, it's second nature. Or maybe first. I cannot separate the art from the artist in your case, so elegant and precisely entwined you are.
love it
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| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/13/12 at 05:16 AM That last line is the clincher. I adore so much of your work - this is no exception. Exquisitely expressed, and clever. I am your forever fan. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/13/12 at 04:10 PM Incredibly visceral - creation and destruction or at best, helpless adoration. Strong and to the bone. |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 01/15/12 at 08:24 AM I like the first line and the way you've flipped a common phrase to mean something new. The whole poem flows well and creates an awesome image. Good job! |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 01/18/12 at 03:30 AM This is just so Exellent!!! final stanza is as if I just took a cold shower.....how else to explain!!! |
| Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 01/28/12 at 03:18 AM This one made me want to order my final meal, and a hot brandy spiced with hemlock. It sucks you downward...each line a step, a descent, deeper into hell. You lived up to your name with this one. Great poem! |
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