Let go the Day

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Let go the Day

Hush now, hush,
Remember – breath is colorless;
Hold now,
Let Atlas envy you.
The minnows down below
In ties and lace,
Reading scripts of decrepit skins,
The neon bleeds the highway,
There is graves within us begging new acacias,
Omniferous is the night.
Desire full warm fools disturb marble lips
Incantations rock the ship,
Slip a drop and oceans wake,
Softly now, strangle the universe.
The red, old, vast throb,
The corduroy dark heart, glass god,
Blue dog star steam –
The wet woman rhytm,
The drowning woman’s scream.
Me.

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~ by Oloriel on June 20, 2014.

30 Responses to “Let go the Day”

  1. Fabulous. You brought back many feelings and memories. Blue Dog was a series of paintings I really liked. They went into the mega thousands before I could buy one.

  2. Exquisite!

  3. Pocetak mi odise nekom atmosferom, nije mracna, nije ni hladna, ali tako nekako, ozbiljna, nemam bas rec (ja sam to tako doziveo, jer su ti kompozicije reci fantasticne i sve je nekako upeglano, sve stima), a onda kako se priblizavam sredini krece neka hipi atmosfera da me vozi 🙂

    • Ova je iz serijala pod nazivom Cigare posle Ponoci, drago mi je da si udahnuo ritam koji sam ja htela da pri kraju podseca kao na pripitost 🙂

  4. I love the opening lines. Brilliant!

  5. SUch amazing metaphor and imagery as well as power in these words. Love it. ❤

  6. That single me at the end closed your images and metaphor to a most startling conclusion.. very well done

  7. Wonderful work !!

  8. Good use of metaphor.

    • Thank you, Peter! My poetry book is soon ready to go, so I will need your address soon, so I can send you the personal paperback I promised 🙂

      • Thank you so much, Oloriel. I thought you’d forgotten. Thanks.

      • Oh no, not at all! We just had to wait for the summer to be able to aquire cherries for the cover photo artwork, hence why the final stuff is only being done now 🙂

  9. Evocative! Great picture and cool poetry.

  10. It does feel good to ‘Let go the day’
    While winter wakes a morning here
    A colourless wind drys each stride
    As day catches hold to fly, turn
    Such a blue tear in blinded darkness
    across a solar wake some vacant millions
    Dancing beneath a winter’s sun
    A day let go..

  11. Excellent 🙂

  12. what a wonderful image and magical words!!

  13. Feels like in clouds and laughing to ants on the ground 🙂

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