Poetry Notebook: Inmost Light
Inmost Light
in a ghost glimpse of arches,
peeling woodbine apart,
i dreamed you were at Parnassus
stealing limestone for your heart.
the Sibyl laughed at the vessel
you held tight at your waist
to collect the light of crystal
she reflected on your face.
Look!, she said, the crowned one
Steals the blood from her own skin!
The dweller in the golden sun
absconds with the light of a pin!
you laughed and spilled your treasure
on the expanse of your earth,
as I watched your smile dissolve the measure
between your hunger and the hearth.
- ©Kalliope Amorphous
My dear one of these days you must let me turn some of your words into a painting. I cant even begin to express my thoughts towards your writings.
Always
Benjamin
January 17, 2013 at 4:41 pm
Thank you.
I would be absolutely honored…. !
January 17, 2013 at 4:52 pm
then its a deal I will spend the weekend trolling your poems lol and let you know which one brings out the paint in me.
January 17, 2013 at 6:47 pm
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January 17, 2013 at 8:11 pm
Looking forward to it, Benjamin. Truly honored
January 18, 2013 at 12:03 am