copious amounts

[paperleaves]

of chamomile and hunger for artistic validity will do this to you.


381

my elusive pyrogen, lost in the severed reins of sleep
i'll cling to you in the softest of dreams
lucid malaise, caught in a maze of pendants, my love, and if
"he who is deaf, blind, and silent will live a hundred years in peace"
we are sure to die young




382
a craving in letters, a weaned addiction from the solitary confines of your
meager imagination, veins stretched across sandy oracles
in a vision, a mess, of wounded savages
a complementary contradiction, shaved from ice and ivy lashes
whipped softly in a sensual eave, adept of all frequency
preserving the child in spirit, squandering the wounds within
to the grey-blue graves gasping scratches of time
an obstacle in monologues the scattered paints rebelled
the creativity lost in stream of consciousness
i will prevail
fenced in
by my inability to speak
through my fingers
through my fingers
where is this place in which i wander
a dark corridor stagnant with the fumes of
indignation, an infestation of her mannerisms
marked in swollen rags, the rage builds and runneth over the ledges of your
soggy cup, stained with the blood of a thousand and one martyrs
how long will this last? how long will i go unnoticed? missing in the eaves of sleep, a nightmare sheathed in mystery

[MorpheusSandman]

Ahhhh, this is more of the paperleaves I know and love! I love both, but the first is perfect in its brevity; especially those phenomenal final two lines. The second has some great moments though with

preserving the child in spirit, squandering the wounds within
to the grey-blue graves gasping scratches of time

and

a dark corridor stagnant with the fumes of
indignation, an infestation of her mannerisms

being my favorites.

[MdSA]

I really liked the first poem, even though I must admit I haven't really understood it. It'd be nice if you'd explain it !

Beautiful poem, looking forward to hearing from you again. :)

[haymanali]

An indomitable deep dream. Great write.

[paperleaves]

Thanks to you all for your feedback & appreciation! I am glad, Morpheus, that I am seemingly back to normal ;)

And dear MdSA, I write freely, in a sort of stream of consciousness, if you will, so my poetry is solely an application of the places, people, and things that are in my head at any given moment. most of the time, there is a story behind them, but this piece is pure imagination--I have been in a rut for a while and this was an exercise to release whatever demons have been holding me back.

I love you all,
in kindness,
Kate

[PrinceMyshkin]

381 is splendid, of course, but 382 seems to me to say To hell with line-breaks: speech, dreaming, are more important than the conventions that attempt to constrain them.

You are - indeed, you ARE!

[a_little_wisp]

Oh, 382, oh 382. Was that you giving writer's block the smackdown? Because I just think I felt my own brain awaken in response to that glorious stream of consciousness writing.

You have some beautiful lines in here (you have beautiful lines in all of your poems)...

I suppose "how long will I go unnoticed? missing in the eaves of sleep--" stood out to me most, because I feel as if I've been in that space, and was held down by it. That and, "I will prevail" -- because you will, if you have not already.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Oh, 382, oh 382. Was that you giving writer's block the smackdown? Because I just think I felt my own brain awaken in response to that glorious stream of consciousness writing.

You have some beautiful lines in here (you have beautiful lines in all of your poems)...

I suppose "how long will I go unnoticed? missing in the eaves of sleep--" stood out to me most, because I feel as if I've been in that space, and was held down by it. That and, "I will prevail" -- because you will, if you have not already.

She IS the cat's pyjamas, isn't she? But then, so are you!