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Sleepless in Whereis Part 2

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Sleepless in Whereis Part 2

 Continued from Part 1 
The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes, (and discarded cigarettes, neath the haunted parapets) mock my lonely echoed steps – mock my lonely echoed steps – (struck like clicking castanets – struck like clicking castanets –) as I lace unlabeled lanes, erasing silence’ sullen treason. The mossy stones befuddle me, in winding rue rosettes, (veiled in vials of anisette sipped within the oubliettes) midst the mazy minuets, and the purling pirouettes of the fugitive Grisettes (flaunting charms and amulets) who, in flitting shades of arching bridges, linger longer, teasin’. Along the When I’m drifting, but a stardust castaway, weaving, threading by cafés and deserted cabarets, just a gauzy appliqué on the river’s crippled spray, chasing Fools along the way through the strands of yesterday, neath the throbbing peal of sobbing bells of spectral cloisters quaking. In belfries, high and haughty, alabaster Knights perform, riding stiff against the storm, steeped in clouds of chloroform, while the raven skies deform and my shrivelled shovelled form (rapt, while bats in steeples swarm close to candles waxing warm) hangs in hallowed hallways, hiding, shoulders weary, weak and aching. Around me hover grinning masks and visages of Queens flashing fatal final scenes of demented doomed Dauphines (on the scarlet sky they lean, dreary dripping guillotines), traced in opalescent ballrooms only tattered time remembers. The hidden hands of Harlequins (while floating free, unseen, miming secrets, sibylline, kept in shrouded Halloweens), tap (on tumbrel tambourines) a dirge (with tattooed tones pristine) for me (a heap in ragged jeans in these crazy cluttered scenes), trapped interred in toppled stone chateaus that dismal dawn dismembers. Rogue breezes pierce, benumbing me, I feel my fingers freezin’ (in the Cockcrow’s purple season) though within, no rhyme or reason, caught impaled upon the jagged edge of early morning’s breaking. The chill evoking silver chimes of Nodomain start knelling as the searing sun looms swelling, and their monodies hang dwelling in the cloud drifts’ care, revelling, but the Sandman’s too compelling and my weariness impelling – though my eyelids risk rebelling, where I’ll fall, there’s no foretelling for the starry sky’s past telling – as I fade beneath the flaming forge while embers tremble, waking.

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  1. Date: 11/8/2012 11:13:00 PM
    Raven skies!? That whole line was freaking this entire poem was spectacular. Took my breath away. What a write! I am impressed and awed by this! :3 Absolutely love the ending with the trembling embers, and you (or the narrator) waking up. Looooove this. ^^ Always, Laura

  1. Date: 11/5/2012 5:16:00 PM
    a serious body of enchanting work, teary... dizzy magic of a long, exceptional dream.. :) huggs!

  1. Date: 11/5/2012 6:46:00 AM
    Dear Terry, through the most mysterious of your corridors yet, I'm out of the maze and back to the daily grind. Thanks for you comment. I've been in a life slump these days (no reason), so, instead of writing about it, I'm brooding. love you, Kathy

  1. Date: 11/4/2012 2:21:00 PM
    just love this, my friend

  1. Date: 11/3/2012 4:28:00 PM
    Wow, what a complex and riveting poem. I am awestruck at how you compose such masterpieces.

  1. Date: 11/3/2012 12:57:00 PM

  1. Date: 11/2/2012 6:41:00 AM
    Oh my goodness now is this amazing or what. Yes it is Terry. What a post. Thank you for sharing. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 11/2/2012 5:36:00 AM
    i talk of dreams, and you are sleepless, maybe day dreaming, anyhow, i enjoyed this journey of yours, even with my own imaginnation, working overtime....