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dusty shutters

Author: discombobulated
ASL Info:    26/m/nz
Elite Ratio:    5.22 - 81 /63 /24
Words: 325
Class/Type: Prose /Venting
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dusty shutters

for those
who have fire

and a home away
from endless lights

somewhere in the coromandel
where a lonesome dinghy
provides that perfect shot.

that rickety red car we owned
struggled up those gravel slopes:
wayward grip, loose laughter

at the sixty foot drop

i often spread my arms
to call the lighthouse back
into my sternum: cape reinga,
dreaming sands,
feisty currents shaking hands
and rubbing noses.

wish for anywhere
but my room
filled with chocolate fudge
and last night's couscous.

this house is old. my mood
is tropical and skulking amongst the ferns.
the cat next door deserves a spanking
for ripping through our weekly rubbish.

and i
another piece of bric-a-brac
in this shining mix
of migrant
and historic flux,
of phonecalls and forgotten runs,
believing this rain will stop
through huddled books and strangers' smiles,
but it's warmth all the same.

pohutukawa, they'll bloom this christmas, as always.
gashed amongst the rocks, roots of weaving castles
tempting me away from here

from faces which barely say hello. i could walk this street
in my underwear screaming "release me to this wilderness"
and not one would rush to tackle me.

for those
who care enough
to jot each ocean down,
each waterfall
a silent train
smiling over bridges,
each a sentinel for that divide,
that gap between
each finger
saluting the smoggy sky.

i want fire. i want my skin to feel alive.
i'll wash each vein and dream of flight.


Submitted on 2008-08-25 08:48:36     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  If you paint and you paint like you write you must be amazing. The poem is almost impressionistic. It was abstract yet very symbolic.

that rickety red car we owned
struggled up those gravel slopes:
wayward grip, loose laughter

I love the parallels in the way you describe the car and the way you describe the laughter. Your choice of adjectives in the entire piece are used like good choice of color. Props.

Are there any giant hotels on the side of a mountain where you live?
That's an odd question. Still I'de like to know.

This was a great piece in the sense that it captures the essence of a specific time in the characters life. This is something I think a lot of people can relate to, it seems to speak for a generation, something that Bukowski did, Millay did, and for the creative process that this piece went through I would place it in the same regard I have for the best pieces of all time.
| Posted on 2008-08-31 00:00:00 | by lori_tab | [ Reply to This ]

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