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dream within a dream tornpages

hide away with me
in a dream
within a dream
of precious times
countless moments
gauzy
weightless
peaceful
moments
where i
don't end
and you don't
begin
we are seamless
unified
solitary
just simply one
tomorrow is
nonexistant
because of today
and our
dream
within a dream
hide away
with me.

Captured

Captured
by jsenn

I want to capture the essence

of the first fall winds cooling the land
in warm quilts I spread across our bed.

of the taste of snowflakes on the tongue
in your warm breath whispered against my skin,
the quiver you feel in my kiss.

of sparkling ice melting in the morning sun
in the fluid touch of your hands across my body.

of leaves twirling downward to caress the earth
in candlelit shadows, yours and mine, commingled as one.

Joy Senn
11/27/2002

response 11-25

I.

Cool slate under my toes
Slick from mist and contemplation.
Thoughts fall like raindrops
And collect at my feet.

II.

Flowing.
Words.
Keystrokes.
Heartbeat.
Writer's hands.
Musician's hands.
Beat.

III.

Elusive is not the right term-
I prefer one of quiet, guarded sheets

Flicking mica with the ease of a child
Eager to unwrap layers

Holding them to the light
Helping them to glow

IV.

wondering if this spinning moment
will breeze by lightly
without concern on either end

and

realizing the reality is
the previous is a lie

the truth i whisper

Memory of Las Mariposas

Memory of Las Mariposas

Free flight spirals down
from the garden in the sky,
down to perch upon a closed bud.
Threatening clouds seize the Caribbean blue.
Upon this soil, shadow rule and silence speaks.
Wings, once spread to gather the sun,
close now.

El Jefe sits upon a throne
of bent spines and thousands of buried skulls.
The dead have no voice yet they scream.
Freedom crying, she rattles the chains.

Born in pain, comes quiet resolve.
Stirred by a single flutter of wingbeat,
it whispers

To choke the fetal murmerings
an apple of intimidation is offered.
The seductive Viper squeezes,
"What if I send my subjects to conquer

Poets Garden

Poet's Garden

I walked in Shakespeare's garden
The garden belonging to his childless child
The house long destroyed

It misted on us, two strangers
Stuck unromantically in a romantic situation
Mist in the garden of a poet on an English evening

You plucked an herb and ate it, to keep something inside you
Like the cannibalism of war, you tried to take his power
And I wanted to die in the grass, as you died.

The only thing I took was a cheap pewter ring
I can't read the writing, but it says, "love is beautiful"
And I wear it on my little finger

We found ourselves near the river, with all the white swans
And the beautiful bridge, and

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.

...not enough

words cannot express
the pain
of burning tears
coursing
unchecked
down my drying cheeks

(sometimes \'i love you\' is not enough)

words cannot define
the pang
of a broken heart
shattered
peaceless
in my heaving chest

(sometimes \'i love you\' is not enough)

words cannot convey
words cannot describe
(and)
words cannot do justice to
this emotion

(when \'i love you\' still is not enough)

january 17, 2003
2:35 am

wash away

.

wash away

wait, for just a moment, if you listen
to the sound of night, closing in on you
maybe you can hear the voice of mem\'ry
whisp\'ring (gently) of times that used to be.
wait, for just a moment, watch it glisten
the light of dawn, rising upon the dew
maybe you can taste the tears of mem\'ry
bitter (acrid) where a smile used to be.
wait, for just a moment, observe again
the flow of sun, as hope returns to you
maybe you can feel the warmth of mem\'ry
burning (desire), a dream of being free.
(close your eyes and feel the rain, pouring down
wash away the pain, as your mem\'ries drown)

january 14, 2003
12:27 am

a model posing

.

a model posing

watch the flow of arm and thigh, caressing
air with perfect dignity. her grey eyes
half-lidded scan the audience. blessing
the room with a half-hearted careless smile.
follow the contours of her angled face
upturned to the light, flowing across her
slender fingers, shadows playing in space
as hair falls across her cheeks like water.
trace the rise and fall of her graceful breasts
breathing in and out, each passing moment
raising bumps on her skin under her dress
crossing her legs in perfect alignment.
bend near the paper, drawing the figure
that lies before you, in perfect contour.

january 13, 2003
11:55 pm

new england nights

.

new england nights

in these rainsoak\'d (lonely) new england nights
i often wonder where i forgot you.
from fingers intertwined, (in city lights)
to kisses soaked with the morning dew
melancholy eyes, staring ever blue
upturn\'d into my anxious, waiting face
(how could i have ever forgotten you?)
your skin caress across my arm, traced.
yet all that i can think of is your taste
upon my lips, sweet as a morning sunrise
cherry chapstick and closed eyes, interlace
memories with the bitterness of sighs.
in these rainsoak\'d (empty) new england nights
i sleep alone, pretending it\'s all-right.

january 13, 2003
11:07 pm
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making up for lost time

by `spunj13, Dec 17, 2002, 3:00:29 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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making up for lost time

i can see you

head buried deep
      within your hands
your fingers
      coarse with hair
           (cascading)

and at your feet
      (ringless)
the phone is off the hook
while your tears fall unbidden
      and you dream
of making up
      for lost time

december 17, 2002
5:17 pm

making up for lost timeby `spunj13

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

i was listening to full collapse (the album) by thursday and a line stuck out to me... something about the phone being off the hook...and i got this picture of a girl sitting by the phone with her head in her hands crying...and the phone is on the floor...but off the hook...

//spunj13

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Rare is the devartian poet who can share with us five masterpieces in the space of an evening, and much as I'd like to feature the caboodle's entirety, I'll settle for mentioning my favourite of the five; spunj13 's making up for lost time is a thing of whelming beauty, simplicity and good ol' commonplace tale with fresh gusto. Read! :) (Smile)

Stamped with the deviantART seal of approval by `pachunka (Selected by ^faithwalker) ( Featured by `faithwalker )

~lorrainemd Nov 18, 2003

i think many of us can truly relate.
wonderful succinctity and eloquence of language.

~drumbo Feb 26, 2003

absolutly great

`nemish Jan 8, 2003

I have done this at one time, and it brings back some memories. Bad, and good. Terbulant.

`keen Dec 23, 2002 Writer

an easy piece for anyone to relate. :) (Smile)

congrats on the recognition.

now, the form works well... consider this (pardon me while i borrow your piece for a second to illustrate a suggestion)...

'see you

head buried deep
within hands
fingers
coarse with hair
(cascade)

at feet
(ringless)
phone off hook
tears fall unbidden

dream
of making up
lost time'

some of this may or may not be appealing to you in the expression of your message/image, but something to consider. the first couple of lines read with a slightly different level of tension and with different focal points for the reader's mind. verbs that end in "-ing" can become tricky for a writer, where they tend to de-power a line and can quickly leave a piece with a lilting sound that can distract.

just a few things to consider. great work man. Nod

~between-balance Dec 23, 2002

awesome

congrats on dd as well
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I'm very im[pressed

!phalanx64 Dec 22, 2002

great poem
i like it how the words, even the visual structure appears so broken

good job

*eternalwaves Dec 22, 2002 Hobbyist General Artist

I like the flow and the pauses between the words.

~drak3 Dec 22, 2002

oh MEN! VERY NICE!

~pwca Dec 22, 2002

such imagery, and poignant affliction.

devious indeed. Great work sweet dahling!!!
I wish to write so encapsulating as you!!! beautiful!

~nikan2 Dec 22, 2002

this is a great peice... kudos
i like how you put the girl, she is in a hopless situation trying to emend the things she's done, like as if she didnt talk to her boyfriend and was trying to say she's sorry...
i dont know, thats my interpetation... eh

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