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Pukak
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In the beginning Dormant demons grip the sky
Cast up the bitter, for their cry
And drag the icy tendrils down
For mighty earth to claim her crown
And the trees, as lovers, intertwine
Surrounding, as though drunk with wine
Tipping, in their careless dance
Their breath emits airs of romance
Adorned in shocking, pure white
To take their bride, in my hind-sight
The fragile lace that tarried there
Sweet gracing angels from the air
Then lose your luster, finite beauty
The hues are daunting, pivotal duty
And greying in surmounting age
Their wear of welcome is their wage
In blatant disgust, then discard;
Give up your burden to the scarred
And in the heat of all your ire
Feed encumbrance to the fire
Your language is striking... your work reminds me very much of some of the work of a friend of mine... you might stop by and read a few of her poems at:
http://www.postpoems.com/members/kamiloreen
I would suggest "Blood on A Rose Petal," "Familiar Reflection," and "I Get Lost in the Sea."