a stain to never fade

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become red for me become the softness of my mother

before i was hoisted out by the shepherds crook into light

and exhaustion  become frail for me become something

perfect a fresh cut emerald each facet reflecting that patch

of skin on your wrist that makes you shudder when i wet it

with my spit       and when you fell it happened in still life

the arc of the wine glass through the air and the flash of a

naked foot then crimson stained sheet music maybe haydn 

strands of hair leaving tiny rivers on the paper as if i was

floating high above a lost red planet watching life emerge

in the water and something is crawling now, beckoning

me back down but please i do not want to go

◄ Gendai-Haiku for Barry Chuckle

of womb and wither ►


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Stu Buck

Thu 6th Sep 2018 15:27

thanks martin. sorry for the late reply, my life is in a form of beautiful uproar at the moment and i cant get on here much. i hope your well and to see you soon at one poetry evening or another

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Martin Elder

Sun 2nd Sep 2018 16:31

Truly beautiful Stu. I love your description, very well put.
Nice one

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Stu Buck

Thu 16th Aug 2018 20:38

thanks very much mate. glad you enjoyed it. the spacings a bit out but im not sure how to fix it and still have the picture. which is a bit sad really considering ive been on this site 4 years but hey ho!

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J R Harris

Thu 16th Aug 2018 11:11

Wonderfully written Stuart.

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Stu Buck

Sat 11th Aug 2018 08:39

cheers all, glad you enjoyed it. i was quite happy with it, the painting was evocative enough that it came pretty easily.

havent seen tetro but will definitely watch it as i like coppola a lot.

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Sat 11th Aug 2018 01:37

I'm so glad to see you post, and on a night when I'm on a WoL binge...

As usual, it's hard to find words to react to your writing, as moving as it is. I will say this: I am reminded of a movie, TETRO, directed by Francis Ford Coppola, that tells the story of a writer scarred by the death of his mother and struggling in the shadow of his father. I loved it.


The imagery of the piece you've written is evocative yet almost guttural--it almost defies words.

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Fri 10th Aug 2018 21:07

The attraction of birth is made glorious here Stu. IN reality a messy business, you have captured an exquisite episode that is a poetic triumph.


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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 10th Aug 2018 11:13

Hi Stu,

Whoever came first must have written a corker mate.

Wonderful imagery, I don’t have many clear memories prior to being about 4 or 5 years old, thank goodness.

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