Yes
the blood that leaks a thousand fish is mine ……..!
AND I wield the glinting weapon that falls
upon your upturned face.
Lit by scented moonlight we are one
and that is the price,
your innocence is molasses, and I the thick-tongued cow
that laps you up!
My consciousness performs,
a conflicted melody
a lighthearted ballet,
perhaps Coppelia’
in the face of choice and personal responsibility,
for… the blood….
the murderous thoughts…..
Within our own anthill
the ocre dust stirs,
the world we give permission for speaks,
simmer down….
reduce violent thoughts
however justified we think they may be…..
Suddenly and defiantly
we ring, we spill
and IN floods the light
revealing polished palms.
Silver Poetry 
so she’s the doll Coppelia , innocent until filled, but the world she gives permission to is filled with hunger and want and fire. But by light of day they are again controlled, polished, restrained? So hard to tell if the picture I see is the story you tell….
Fine poem, lovely picture, pure but sensual. thanks for sharing
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well we’ll never really know but I can tell you it sounds very very close 🙂 xxx
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nothing becomes a woman like mystery…
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mystery is like perfume….(nice title 🙂 ) xx
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Ah, it seems, perhaps, that your blood makes me flow…
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the movement in my blood causes words to spring forth touching you if they can, expression is food 🙂
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Beautiful photo. I like the positioning and the colors.
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Thankyou very much x
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exceptional
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Thankyou Stacy Michelle I appreciate your comment 🙂
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I liked your use of imagery, esp ‘the world we give permission for’ very good, vibrant.>KB
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thanks
i like that line too, probably the most natural line in the whole poem
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Unbelievable. Almost too good. Love the title for a poem like this, and really love the intensity and the savagery even.
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yes i got a bit blood thirsty in this one….. to beat my way to truth…….smile…thankyou, i am always eager to see what you have to say x
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Always eager to hear what you have to write. Still a bit bemused that you are this consistently good.
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just don’t know what to say about that…:-) but it feels good to know you think so..sometimes it is like there is a cheeky challenging poet inside me that writes stuff and then leaves me trying to work out what its all about. I love the process and I can usually piece together the philosophy behind the words ..ahhhh its a whirly world this winsome windup of words
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Yes it is. There’s nothing better as far as I’m concerned. I hope your cheeky challenging poet the greatest of fortune; the rest is already covered.
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thankyou, I’ll accept the great fortune and spread it like gold on the sea
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there can be something said about innocence, but more importantly it’s what being said about experience. life is about the innocence of all we experience through each day. we stumble through our innocence and the experience is the measurement of how we handled it. love the sensuals here:)
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Perhaps we discover our true innocence through experience …:-)
thanks x
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So intense. Lovely and sensual photo. 🙂
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Thankyou, there is a lot of energy behind these particular sentiments for me… the oneness and the dichotomy… 🙂
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It’s the letting go that’s cheeky and, essentialy, brave, because it ‘s the letting go that … reveals. (Within your own ant hill, of course – which gives you the artistic control every poem needs).
Um, I think…
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you are so on the money there! the best work is done when there is a release… or on the exhale, i like to think… its like martial arts…if I hold all the energy in my face in a kind of strain my kick won’t be sure but if I let it travel my body then there is far more power…same with words…or art…if we hold onto them its a kind of non-sharing attitude…a bit ‘lack attitude’ and then its not as pleasurable for the writer or the reader…. ! yeah
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