Roadpan
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The Essential Pegasus
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Post by Roadpan on Apr 6, 2004 10:26:29 GMT -5
If Only For A Cure
If only for a cure, I bleed to seize Ribbons that seem to be the only pleas Of death and drear coming to end it all, This cancer-black unpinned carpe diem Raveled and stained across each bitter hall.
O that I might have known you as the sky, Or every ounce of rain that floods the rye, Powhatan to secure and save this John, I’d sing lyrics in shaman broidery To bed the sun and dun the winter on.
No thought to ferry weapons of a mask Or to smile away the sorriest task, That I lie without season to adjourn The tears that creep along the bones of night Gnawing flames from the heart ‘round every turn.
So say birds on every limb atremble Whose élans have faded to resemble The escarp leading to the dowdy bier From where the heart beats like a sunless frown And yokes the eyes to listen to the fear.
And I this stark swallow of slumbered mass Who does not linger long enough to pass Needed rings of hope across surly sky, To pander long for a panacea That dartles the willow within the eye.
Todd K. Bush © 2004
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Post by Elle Rush on Apr 6, 2004 11:23:26 GMT -5
So powerful, Todd. It's great to read you again-- Impactful and intense... your writing is moving. I've missed the opportunity to read it, and you! This piece reminds me of Sylvia Plath!! Omg, does it ever. Amazing; like her work, written not in angry tones, but with a matter-of-fact dark elegance & certainty. Remarkable piece of writing. Please don't disallow me the pleasure of reading you for so long again!
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Roadpan
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Post by Roadpan on Apr 7, 2004 8:13:47 GMT -5
Thank you, Rachelle! You're very kind and I've missed being away from such great people...
Comparing this poem to Sylvia is definitely an honor. Thanks so much for that!
And I promise to try to not leave my words in the dark for so long again!
~T
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