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Saturday, July 7, 2012

Dispensation

There is a line of demarcation
Between dawn and regret for the night;
There is a point of fascination
Where the black lace touches the white.

Tell me no, and I will go
Deep in the brambles, bleeding;
Tell me yes, you love me best
And I'll be your saint interceding.

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for A Word With Laurie at Real Toads

both pictures from weheartit.com 

13 comments:

  1. There is a sweetness here, but something sharper underneath.

    And this, without Bolthouse? ;)

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  2. "There is a point of fascination
    Where the black lace touches the white" ... Sheesh. No kidding.

    "Tell me no, and I will go
    Deep in the brambles, bleeding" ... Beautiful and sad.

    And what if I tell you no but mean yes? What will you do then? (Shhh. Don't tell me now; save your answer for your next poem.)

    ;)

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  3. I always love it when you work with rhyme, because you never let it even begin to feel forced or obvious, and here is no exception--simple, elegiac almost, fragile-feeling statements that are knotted indivisibly together like lace neither black nor white--maybe ecru, the color of the flesh that longs and suffers and rejoices.

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  4. I echo Mama Zen. Each stanza is a beautiful little creation, and I like the contrast between them. I smiled to noted the heightened effect of the rhyme - made everything so crisp.

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  5. You are as powerful with simplicity as you are with verbosity (is that a word?) This just made me sigh with the pure genius of your words... (and I love that little top! :)

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  6. Love the contrasts of emotions and colors in each stanza ~

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  7. For such a simple format, this piece rolls so nicely off the tongue. Added to my short list of favorites by you. *Applause!*

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  8. Short, sweet, and a touch sad. I love it. (I like your new Emmylou photo better-looks more natural!)

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  9. It's very touching. :) The black lace touching the white seems to sum up life.

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