Writing Prompt #124 “Collage 6″ and Music Friday Prompt #8

The wilderness thickens as I

Draw nearer the shore.

The stillness is savage

To my untrained ear

Like a bird of prey

Millimeters away

From a forgetful corpse.

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In a chair the color of wept sunsets

I bleed poems from both callus and debris.

Young and cautiously permeable

I have known taboos which are

Unspeakable without euphemism

To the grave of an infancy

Sired by stone angels and brutality

To a femininity that sours on ripening.

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The ability to freeze time

Requires only attention

To stand naked under

A solitary light and announce

Without reverence or revulsion

The name you have been given.

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I will discard that name

With all its fictitious counterparts.

I will be a gypsy fueled

By the currents of earth and sea.

To each soul that I greet

I will pass on a piece of myself

So innocuous they will take it

At once to be there own

Like a spark in a fire that has already been lit.

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We never speak to others of matters close

Only of happenings and postures.

The art of conversation exists only in novels

Right now on paper someone is framing you

For passions you can only hope to commit.

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I have been struggling with writing or I guess disassociation which makes it hard to connect my thoughts.

For

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/09/11/music-friday-prompt-8-rambler-from-derry-performed-by-the-irish-rovers/

and

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/09/13/writing-prompt-124-collage-6″/