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Repeat to Fade

Splendered, walking half in sleep,
and with red glasses cupping teeth,
I am a stranger -
photographed like a chimney mooring it's house with poison
steaming it's frames and running the charcoal down my spine.
 
These are my lines.
 
No fashion on a sleeve - I have worn it with plague,
smothering mad, and falling like a crippled ballerina's smile.
 
I chime like owls; turning to see every shade of black.
A calm would be celebrated but I married a word
and he marred me.
Every ink, a slap - the jolt of turning shades of black,
the jolt of always turning back.
 
I am a shredded ribbon, a suffering
jet stream behind him, a withering
farcical lace stapled to my face
and it will not unveil
and it will not.
This is a crane standing on the medication
of the national grid;
a crown of fuses
to sparkle the momentary glimpse of the girl
 
the typist tortures with tripe,
who never lets her go
but to
go
go
go
silently mad
on a love that will not sleep by means of heart
but by epitaphs read.

WOLOP.dec

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Thu 31st Dec 2009 15:52

I'm going on a Marianne splurge this coming week, to read all your November/December poems again.

One thing you might do for the new decade pf poetry is clear up 'its' meaning 'belonging to'. Just remember the 'it's' is a contraction of 'it is'. Your best must be the best. If you wish, I will point out any spelling errors I see, but only with your permission. Editting is easier now that the corrections don't catapult to the front every time.

Happy New Year. I think 2010 will be your poetry lift-off!

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Andy N

Thu 31st Dec 2009 13:57

possibly a extra go too many for my liking here, marianne but i did enjoy this! x

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Marianne Louise Daniels

Thu 31st Dec 2009 01:59

yes it should have been win. I will change. thankyou for kind comments. x

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winston plowes

Wed 30th Dec 2009 22:30

Should it be 'epitaphs read'?

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winston plowes

Wed 30th Dec 2009 22:27

I am a shredded ribbon,
a suffering jet stream behind him,
a withering farcical lace stapled to my face
and it will not unveil
and it will not.

This particular section is so strong it stands as a poem on its own Marianne. Brilliant. Win

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Ann Foxglove

Wed 30th Dec 2009 20:38

I think you are brilliant with words, tho I don't understand them all. But I do like this poem, and have read it a few times, it draws me back.

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