https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?10565-title The largest classic literature discussion forum on the Internet. Read Write Teach Share. en Fri, 05 Jun 2026 07:09:16 GMT vBulletin 10 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?10565-title https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1014-ktd222-s-Blog Thu, 28 Jun 2007 13:25:06 GMT Fundamentally we do not exist. Compare Nature in our being: the light which spirals in to shape our hands shapes the motion of Her grace, and... Fundamentally we do not exist.
Compare Nature in our being:
the light which spirals in
to shape our hands shapes
the motion of Her grace,
and spills dawn, and noon, and evening light
into our bodies shaping, Her radiance,
and whirls our legs in stars, in bright stars, Her elegance;
and our looks, like blocks projecting:
black black black black black ]]> ktd222 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1014-ktd222-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?179-ktd222-s-Blog Tue, 26 Dec 2006 05:08:09 GMT Even the eyes transcend a momentary cause… a haze, as if the vast boundlessness of fields were her. (It would seem so) The way the bedclothes... Even the eyes transcend a momentary cause…
a haze, as if the vast boundlessness
of fields were her.

(It would seem so)

The way the bedclothes slid away
and left her body bare,
a peach-touched texture,
nonspecific, gaining softer
against the soft lit air,

or how the greenery and sky
uplifts her hair, caressing softly
there and there.

She, like an Atmosphere of Land in part,
beside a bedroom abrupt and distinct

(in me) ]]> ktd222 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?179-ktd222-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?178-ktd222-s-Blog Tue, 26 Dec 2006 05:07:00 GMT Where from did all our distortions form but from sediment of light that heavens could not quantify a place with places qualified be controlled. ... Where from did all our distortions form
but from sediment of light that heavens could not quantify
a place with places qualified be controlled.

So dripping down, this light, the scene thats showing
from it's washed out leaf fringes,
to the concrete columns edged and etched, then smeared that way-
and loss with depth - we try and we retrace our way up. ]]> ktd222 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?178-ktd222-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?177-ktd222-s-Blog Tue, 26 Dec 2006 05:05:11 GMT (I wrote this while in a joking manner.) History plays the minor role in poems, as do the page and words on the page are not the same. ... (I wrote this while in a joking manner.)



History plays the minor role
in poems, as do the page
and words on the page are
not the same.

If than, then I sit and pick
my nose to know that words
did not matter so; but let
my thoughts run wild with
the naked man that doesn't
need clothes for support. ]]> ktd222 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?177-ktd222-s-Blog