This time its easy, with less to do
As the darkness lays
Down to plunder
As shadows tangle in the corner
And fold
This is lamplight
While the candle flickers down
To less then
A dim
Periscopes, up
Views of paper lanterns
As they turn
Through
A
Liquid sea
Though it ever stays a room
Ignorant.
Visions that fault a world
I hardly know them
As they tunnel down to be
An Underhill
With all the mystery of ants
Colony’s that wither away
In the cold, pedals of beauty
That crinkle as they turn
Maybe
They were always
Plastic.
Used to decorate a long hall
Ramifications
That could doom us
Forever
As I know
As I feel
As everything that’s always
Been there
Still is
Love and lust
Fire as swirls within
A soft fall in leaves
Where smiles and beams
Of light
Play down
Through branches
Of heaven
Raw honey slowly licked
From fingers
Cradles that mesh
Through our very bones
Rolled into something flat
For jars.
Or pieces of soul
That you
Can’t
Abandon
Just gorgeous, Ash!
ReplyDeleteSo visceral and tangible.
Those tangled shadows, that soft fall of dappled light, the lick of honey... yes, some memories (& people) are like sticky candy on your fingers... you can't rid of yourself of them and so their sweetness lingers on... in your hair, on your clothes... everywhere...*sigh*
Right, exactly
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I like this blogger place, I can tip toes in play around with some of my more emotional stuff, I like to create floral arrangements with wandering words
sometimes on Myspace I get a little bit of stage fright, over the summer when I was getting 50 comments, i was so scared
Haha
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You know, once upon a time in a galaxy not so very far away, I used to get hundreds of comments on a blog, amazingly long, blog-length comments, all of them. I loved it. I wrote every kind of blog imaginable from the comic to the classic to the food to the occasional poem. I was involved in many groups & I featured & pimped writers mercilessly. Great writers.
Then the fall of 2010 brought us the Blogpocalypse & blogging in MySpace became a true labor of love & a battle that seemed worth fighting, but I stuck to writing poetry only because it was all I felt like writing since the audience was so limited after everyone left.
I fought MySpace's changes & then worked with MySpace to try to help people once the changes were inevitable. Sean Percival was very sympathetic to our plight.
I took alot of flack from people who defected to other sites including something called Friendburst, a godawful site that I refused to join & had every former drama blogger giving loads of shit calling my selfish, crazy & all sorts of pure silliness. Hell, some of them even created a fake profile of me on there to make fun of me...
All so pointless & silly, but still I stuck with MySpace & sung its praises in Facebook, begging people to comeback. People slowly started returning, but it was still pitiful, then Rebecca's clan got involved & while I was all for supporting MySpace.
they just went crazy with fake profiles & multiple inane comments on almost every blog to combat Leeza's awful stranglehold on Writing & Poetry. Haha Then they got just as bad Leeza because ultimately they were creating a culture of bad writing. But I still give them credit for caring, even though it was often just plain sad.
I do like being here again.
This is a place of sanctuary for me.
I have come here in the past when things went haywire with MySpace.. I don't know if you remember the Kudogate? Haha People were handing out millions of kudos to blogs because they were tired of Stephanie always ranking in Top Blogs. It was ridiculous. I closed all my blogs to the public & came here when a few of my blogs got millions & millions of kudos from well-meaning idiots. I can never open those blogs to the public again, sadly. There is no way for me to do it with the new MySpace platform. Haha
Yes, this place suits me perfectly, too.
No nonsense, no "likes", just you, your words & a few truly lovely readers. Paradise! :)
xoxo
I would have liked the comments, just would of had to prepare myself to post, once I get past pushing the button I'm OK
ReplyDelete2010 was about when I got started keeping an actual blog, or whenever it was that the Groups closed
I've gotten a few tweets from people that post on Friendburst but other then that, don't know much about it-- only so many hours in the day... I'm happy with the writing sites and tools that I use so I stay, I've had a page over here forever and never even used it till now... but I'm liking it, if went around posting stuff everywhere I'd have no to time to lurk in some of the other internet holes I go to... (which can be fun) but they all have their own brand of silliness and shit starting
going on
but yes! I'm crazy about my new blog... I can see why you like writing over here, everything looks so pretty when its up
Hi Ash, I enjoyed the imagery here, I thought ‘Plundering the light’ was a real slam-dunk of a phrase nicely countered by the qualities of the paper lanterns. And if the good Colonel Sanders with allow me some slack, the context of raw honey was ‘Finger licking good’! The ensuing walk down the long gallery of memory lane where then and now co-exist, each bending the other just a little yet remaining essentially the same is always a poignant odyssey. Nicely Done
ReplyDeletethanks, glad you enjoyed it
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