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LovegrassHer grip so tight my knuckles ache
with each pull and swing we bound
off one another,
                       a twirl here,
and a jive there,
                       to bring us back around,
                (in Time)
to the bass note that I feel to my heel.
It's a Thunder in the chest that leaves no choice—

Like muscle m

RainwalkVelvet beneath
where water blurs concrete
enveloping
from feet up
head-to-toe in sky's embrace

even that fragrance
fills your being
Clap, laugh
twirl,
dance with these drops

No cold
only joy, bare skin on asphalt

the music of the storm

Departures.I tell the quiet to sink into my bones
the way the music melts into my marrow
so the harmonics and the perfect fourths
may rest dormant in my veins.

The birdsongs in my lungs are
enamored of my breast; they
wait for late departures in the
train station of my heart.

Unfinished melodies and sonatas--
merely hiccups of my mind--
lie whispering in the paper-thin
walls between my ears.

Cold catches hold of me, my skin
to winter's skin as the last of the
swan songs nestles into the
darkness of my ribcage.

I tell the quiet to sink into my bones,
enamored of my breast; it
lies whispering in the paper-thin
darkness of my ribcage

shed my skinlike some arcane spider
I shed my skin that I might grow
and in the moments after
I have discarded the chitin
I am as vulnerable as possible
my flesh is soft to the touch
my soul is visible
my heart could be plucked
and cast away with little effort
I shed my skin that I might grow
every second of every day

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

MigrationI.

Around here
when mornings break
they shatter,

sun turning
frost to watery
October raindrops

that water
the last brittle,
blushing chrysanthemums.

I wonder
if tulips can
hear prayers,

if wishes
can hurry Spring's
first breath.

II.

Around here
when nights fall
they plummet.

Frost spreads
spiderweb fingers that
cover pumpkins

that should
have been collected
weeks ago.

I wonder
if birds will
ever share

their secret,
the time to
fly south.

October SunsetDaylight and indiglow in the descent
Heaven-sent and too soon to
Pass in a flash of fury softly
Singing the lament of the

Gone World.

See it pass to that last lost
Unknown where the
Unearthly sun yet descends
And leaves us to our memory of

A Forgotten Sunset.

Memories of RainWishing on stars is no better
Than trying to keep sand from sifting

               Through

The fingers you wanted to
Intertwine with [hers][his]
                       Just as your heart is

Holding on to past memories, it
Only serves to spoil the future

Running out of Airsyou like to show me off at parties

sit back
then offer up protection
as you flash your tuxedo smile
and two-step me to your car

where I know

you intend to keep pushing the pedal
in a race
against your wind

like a lightbulb
showing itself off

before dying.

roseyou mime a rose
with hands I can't see
but
I can see
your rose

I Will Become

Rising ashes, failing light
darkness falls inside my right.
Eyes now open , heart undone
remain unbroken
I will become.

Fatal distance, from my being
ever seeking hidden meaning.
Mist and shadow, block the sun
burning brightly
I will become.

Ride for ruin, live for life
travel upward, escape strife.
Now transcending, hope begun
end of this
I will become.

I will become, forever and more
upon the wind, my soul a spore.
Fairest wave of light now sung
I shine released
...I Will Become.

AbandonedI.

The absence of your voice is bad for my health – and I'm more than heartsick my dear. I'm
headsick and stomachsick, needing your syllables to knit together my shattered bones after a long
day of running on empty. Without you I'm winter struggling to spring, and my precious un-opened
flowers are trapped under ice and my half-furled leaves are coated in hoarfrost like the fingers of a
hypothermic climber caught unmoving at thirty thousand feet.

II.

They say I'll get over you eventually because even the deepest wounds heal with time but what they
don't know is that my clock is running backwards and every second tick-tick-ticks by

Diametrically OpposedPeace,
Is often gained only,
By denying that which one loves
It is a contradiction in terms,
Of that which is life

When one is:

SpinningSpirallingOutOfControl

InACycloneOfEmotionThatRagesUnchecked

One can only rise,
By falling

Choices,
Feel inflicted,
Rather than chosen

Tempted, seduced,
We lie awake,
As precious sleep eludes

BurningAndYearningAlwaysLearningMore

About who we are,
And who we might one day

Be

Emotion and logic battle,
To see which one will remain

Supreme

The impasse leaves us glaring,
At our fables of self-reliance

As we soundlessly scream

Balance, somehow,
Must be achieved

But oddly enough,
For one

Damage

I came across your picture today and that old card that talked about us dancing in the moonlight. My eyes became blurry and I could barely breathe. I tucked them into the bible you gave me remembering the words you had said as you placed it on my bedside table, "This is my most cherished belonging. As long as this is here, you will know that I will always be back." I had believed you.

I slipped the bible softly into a bottom drawer underneath a pile of jeans, wondering for a minute if that was a sin. The emptiness in the pit of my stomach spread and the lump in my throa

Poets FallThe hushed whispers, intimate and tantalizing
of wants and needs, desires fervently fantasizing
I paint you in words, the strokes flourished and clean
what good is this beauty if it goes unseen?

I drop the stars one by one just for you
I place you among the cool morning dew
I soothe the ache in a soul bereft
I am here when all else has left

With mere words I ignite the passion
gentle or turbulent, I carefully fashion
All for your comfort, your questing pleasure
freely given, blithely taken, all my treasure

I offer the marrow of my bones and know it
the flesh of my life, this life of a poet
Drink deep, my blood is bitter-sweet
t

sweet home-

on venus

hearts would cluster in
ladybug swarms— pulsing
anxiety, wings courting light—
to seek the advice of this
rosette-clad oracle.

i'd reply with a
delphic smile,

tenderly pronounce love as
a tea leaf only the holder
can divine and

send them on their way,
infatuation crowning their
arteries like a dandelion-seed
halo; besotted bewilderment
diffusing in the cosmic
kaleidoscope of
cupid's psyche.

-

on mars

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Epitaph

by ~Freds-head, Dec 3, 2010, 10:15:00 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Walking in the dead of night
Almost apprehensive of the sky
Stars sparkle in the black expanse
Black clouds go rolling by

As a cool breeze falls upon him
So too does a notion
That life is brief and fleeting
Like a wave upon the ocean

Then he must stand tall
Look the world in the eye
Master his own destiny
Not dwell on how or why

For this is not a dress rehearsal
He shall only have one shot
To make his mark forever
With the best that he has got

And if his best amounts to nothing
At least he will have tried
And that shall be his epitaph
After he has died

Epitaphby ~Freds-head

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=KaxantheDragon Jan 5, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

So true. "I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul." ~Invictus

~Freds-head Jan 5, 2011

sounds like something Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn said

thank you

=KaxantheDragon Jan 5, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

No probs. ^^

*beeinthebottle Jan 2, 2011 Writer

This is very nicely written. Perhaps a nit: I was with you up until the very last line. Sure, "after he has died" would be factual. But I know of very few people that have epitaphs before they die, so it jars on me. It doesn't impart any new information...it seems as if it's primarily there as a rhyme for "tried." I'd love to see you do something more creative with that closing line, something in keeping with the strength of the rest of the piece.

~Freds-head Jan 2, 2011

yes
it is a bit of a forgone
that his epitaph is post death
thank you for your input and interest
and happy new year

*Odoms-Spire Dec 26, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

WOW! Very awesome!

~Freds-head Dec 26, 2010

well, thank you very much
glad you think so

thanks for the fave

*Odoms-Spire Dec 26, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

You're most welcome and keep writing awesome stuff!

~Freds-head Dec 27, 2010

~FallenAngelEmpire Dec 22, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

oh wow i love this

it flows well and i don't even know. i love this!<3

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