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Electric Pines and Dying Vines

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Open holes.
Gaping Scratches.
Locked inside a rock.

Peeking at the mirror
knowing what i'll find.
Leaves of trust
dying in the fall.

I'd like to climb a mountain
of your embrace.
But, only with a chase.
Hating my own face.

Electric pines. Dying vines.
Weeping with the willows.
Her gaze is stone.
Cooler than the wrong side of her pillow.

All around was all I found
with planters
growing my tomatoes.
Olden' lamps and flaming plants.

I'm floating down a river.
The woods were warm.
My feet were bare.
It gave me such a shiver.

Wilting trees as skillets breathe,
they're speaking in my mind.
Ancient dialects did they erect,
we all speak it in due time.

Climbing walls were none at all.
The ones that did would crawl.
Springing chairs with angel hair,
my bride was true and fair.

Nibble pears and show me where-
the grass would always stare.
"How uncouth!",
would say the root!

He didn't know me well...
Eventually they sell
all remnants of their hell,
they're living in a shell.

Swinging on a swing
while singing swing
all in my dreams.
You can't imagine

What i've seen.
The swing was broken
sleeping in some cream.
What would happen?

When i'm creeping in canoes?
Losing all my shoes
to find a soul,
and call it new.

But, souls resist that lovely kiss,
i'm calling it my fate.
Just take me now!
You sacred cow!

I beg you!
Bury me in clay.
And that Is where i'll stay.
 
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Whenever I read poetry like this, I get such a feeling inside, it always makes me want to know what inspired it, to help me understand it better. So what inspired you to write this?
 
Many, many things, Deja. If I told you, I feel like it would ruin the subjectiveness, which is the entire purpose of writing in this style to me. But, if you must know...

Imagine sitting on a beautifully landscaped porch surrounded by plants, forest, veggies, and antiques. Completely isolated from the outside world, and a head full of William Blake. Girl troubles, and no troubles. A passion for scenery mixed with a passion for describing the world around you, while still trying to maintain a sense of surrealism and not being too specific. That's the best I can do as far as what I was going for. I hope I accomplished my goal :)
 
Imagine sitting on a beautifully landscaped porch surrounded by plants, forest, veggies, and antiques. Completely isolated from the outside world, and a head full of William Blake. Girl troubles, and no troubles. A passion for scenery mixed with a passion for describing the world around you, while still trying to maintain a sense of surrealism and not being too specific. That's the best I can do as far as what I was going for. I hope I accomplished my goal
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ahh, i see :) good piece
 
Im with deja on this one the part she quoted was pure blake. Captured very well. This one is also another that i find apt:
Peeking at the mirror
knowing what i'll find.
Leaves of trust
dying in the fall.
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Thanks for sharing.
 
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