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Mirror
Motionless, the pool
has trapped the vault of heaven,
spread before my feet.
Elevated
They share their own world,
perched above the restless crowds.
Their search is over.
Masked, update.
A brooding spirit
dreaming deeply through ages,
lost in  trance-bound sleep.
Waterside
Completely absorbed.
The solitude they're sharing
might contain all of their lives.

Neither can believe
that a moment like this can
ever have occurred before.
TouchingKiss his shaven head,
tenderly. Your lips will feel
his soft, fragile skull.

Bones too easily broken,
brittle as the shell of a snail.
BenightedI was born in the house of death,
I fought for my existence as my mother died.
The midwife rescued me. She claimed me
as salvage from the wreck.

I struggled to breathe the impoverished air,
desperate to survive. Spectral beings
gathered round my cradle as I slept.
She who tended me, who helped me live,
kept all their toxic curses at bay.

Though I hardly thrived, I did adapt
to the bitter milk extracted from her
shrivelled breast. My innocence
protected me. The scorpion's sting,
the incurable bite of fate, was wrapped
in an implacable future. The seeds
of destiny began to germinate.

I was born of the devil's spawn,
she
Was She Just Seventeen?"Elastic", said she, "forgives
all our offences readily.
Elastic-sided morality's got the stretch
that lets it encompass every contingency."

Her elastic sided boots
converged in sharply pointed toes.
Her stylish skirts were parodies
of redundant notions of modesty.
Her hair, though, was overdressed,
many anticipated the fall
that her liberal use of mousse
miraculously prevented.

When he saw her standing there,
he came over strange. Suddenly
he had his whole life to re-arrange.
FullNothing but the void
has space enough to contain
multiplicity.
Somnolent
Bewitched beauty sleeps.
In her deep slumber she waits
for his claiming kiss.
World's End, RevisitedIs this how it will be? Will there be anything to see?
I persist in witless questionings, posing all those
conundrums that never have ceased to disturb
such fragile tranquillity as humankind might
attain. Witless because unanswerable, therefore
void, unintelligible. But not, on that account,
inconsiderable.

 On this day though, I have set my solitude like a sail,
as if I were a vessel that could run before the brisk winds that are
the currents of time.

Alone on the shore.
Before me, the molten fusion
of sun, sky and sea.
PolishedMarble the palaces great men built
by the shores of inland seas.

Many the graceful statues that stood,
emblems and sentinels, wrapped in timeless, vanished vivacity.

The lissom warmth of youthful flesh
cooled and petrified. Anonymous, perfected artistry

created from flawless blocks of rarest stone.
Whose are the fingertips stroking absently

the disembodied coolness of a polished thigh?
Coming OutThe show's over now.
The houselights rupture our dark
cocoon; strangers surround us.

Outside, the long day
never stopped. We blink, our eyes
sightless in afternoon's light.
Remembrance
Will candles dispel
the ever-deepening shades
of forgetfulness?
EgoProne rapidly to
swell, when heady cosmic insights
are inhaled too soon!
Model
She's confined within
the tall frame. The picture's narrow space
is almost completely filled
with her lissom nakedness. She stands
on a wooden dais. Her hands are
raised above her head,
as she reaches to adjust her
simple coiffure. Behind her,
lower in the frame, the sculptor
intently meditates upon her form.

Has the artfully worked stone
been magically reborn, restored
again to yielding flesh, or is what we see
the opposite transformation
beginning, when cruel art
preserves appearance beyond
the dissolution of living flesh?
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Dockland, Hard LabourEarly morning chill:

dense fog stained by the effluvia of thousands of smoky hearths

constricts  vulnerable lungs. Always threatening to overwhelm.

The silent crowd, bodies sapped by  poverty's diet wait for another stale  
                                                        day of labour

Thus the ritual of every day, against the
Grieving
The night can blossom,
shadows become dark flowers,
soft petalled velvet.

Flowers seen by sleepless eyes,
when hearts feel only turmoil.
The FirestormFirestorm they're calling it.

Hour after hour, the sky
groaned with the noise of engines,
buckled with the weight of death.

Yesterday an ancient city,
streets of historic buildings;
with this morning's light, devastation.  
Nothing but cindered corpses,
scorched earth,  slowly cooling rubble.

Soldiers search for survivors and miracles.

Once the gods alone
could achieve such destruction.
The pygmies have grown.
SpeechlessWhat happens when some one too close to you dies?

When in the shaded room, the high tide of pain abates,  when the room is filled with final silence, when organic motion at last has ceased. The familiar face becomes a mask, no longer illuminated from within. You hold a hand mirror before the transfigured face. The reflection remains clear, unfilmed. The breath of life is no more. Solitude blossoms around you (like those chaste lilies that will decorate the funereal church).

Neither staying or going will alter the implacable truth.

you can speak only
in regret's sad dialect,
sighing your losses.
CollectionRows of dappled eggs,
their futures blown, collecting
emptiness, mere shells.

Possibilities of song
expelled along with the yolk.
Collection
Rows of dappled eggs,
their futures blown, collecting
emptiness, mere shells.

Possibilities of song
expelled along with the yolk.

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Visionary

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Infinite wonders
beheld by the finite eye,
just for a moment.
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A postscript to a discussion of beauty with ~PrettyCrazy
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:iconthetaoofchaos:
`thetaoofchaos Jul 18, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
one moment being
a lifetime of wonderment
and of endless sight

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*AlecBell Jul 18, 2010
Exactly, perhaps these two Haiku could make a collaborative pair?
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`thetaoofchaos Jul 19, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
sure! :D
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*AlecBell Jul 19, 2010
Will you post it first?
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`thetaoofchaos Jul 20, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
[link]
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`thetaoofchaos Jul 19, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
as you wish.
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*Corvidae65 Jul 17, 2010
But remembered for a lifetime...
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*AlecBell Jul 18, 2010
Indeed.
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~MeltedBrains Jun 30, 2010
So true.
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*AlecBell Jul 1, 2010
:heart:
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