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on this river i borrow

Author: isabella
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something old.

on this river i borrow

on this river i was baptized in,
in the upstate mud flowing south,
i am brown as earth.
scorched with realization.
molded and shaped to be.
in this minute. in this second.
in this something with no name.
no shame.
tears and strawberries seed a subtle wind;
become the juice
in this hand-hold of being.
this soul of me, this heart of me,
intertwines with all that is beautiful.
all that is ugly.
all that is blackwhitecoloredred
pouring into

awaiting remembrance

and the time before fruit.

Submitted on 2014-06-11 07:11:24     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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I've heard some poetry spoken aloud recently. And what strikes me is that even some of my favorite published famous-ass poets still read like grad school students.

So don't dare read this like that. Because this poem begs to be read with passion. It gathers up this raw earth, shapes it into clay, pours sweet messy fruit into it and through some kind of powerful fermentation pours forth blood-red wine and then, surprise, it uses all of this only to highlight that which lays underneath, that nameless thing you were aware of only in contrast, something far more interesting than simply frolicking in the mess of life and calling it meaning, a pale white ghost of a memory that knows nothing of mess and everything of being and being whole, of being before being, of waiting to be connected or reconnected and GOD have we not all been here before and perhaps mistakenly maybe called upon some name of the thing which this is most certainly is not and definitely is more than.

So yeah I like it. It's cool. Thanks for sharing.
| Posted on 2014-06-16 00:00:00 | by lukewarm | [ Reply to This ]
  and the time before fruit.

most powerful line ever.
back to the garden of eden... before everything was wrong in the world... before everything was broken...

gah. i love how you give words life.

this whole piece is beautiful.

one day i want to visit this river you write of. it seems so life giving, so inspiring, so forgiving and cleansing and healing..

this really is a beautiful piece and this comment has done it no justice whatsoever...
| Posted on 2014-06-14 00:00:00 | by allapo1ogies | [ Reply to This ]

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