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i do not often come to these corners

i don’t often come to these corners
where in shadows the past lies 
memories taken from the shelves
dust them off, each one a different root
with connections to the same tree
never a residing within what if
nor some vision of a just resignation
labyrinths of now-faded possibilities
replacing them to the shelf, silent detritus
i have always been able to walk away
the part of me i keep hidden in the depths
of Dante’s delusions of hell
swept all the muses into a corner
took them out and murdered them all
one by one, choking the breath from me
leaving only emptiness within
a katabasis, the defeat was inevitable
Summer is now fading
and the seasons provide the only shelter
from the hecatomb that mirrors tu quoque
where the bleeding Parthian shots live
under the watchful eyes of Cerberus
hearing your voice
as i walk from the shadows
the philogyny survives, but you are cursed
it is the only root to survive
her major was the Greeks, never asked why
her poetry, the dilettante in romantics
walked away from hepcats and Greek gods
what is the difference i ask sub rosa
remorse is a cheap mask
romantic poets are known for their infidelity
and carefully crafted gods
pretty words that flow as lava
a detrition that wears the skin vulnerable
exposes the heart to cruelty
never asked why or believed love is blind
rather dumb and deaf
Greek gods
are the trash of failed imaginations
you should feel at home with mythomaniacs
i prefer a different reality and Valhalla
i have no thin wall between love and hate
i constructed another Great Wall of China
an impenetrable bitterness

FF/97

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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Date: 6/8/2024 12:41:00 AM
Corners Timothy..' A spot where two lines Converge.' Can they ever get out? Or be gotten Out? As for Greek gods.' I have scarcely time For myself lol))) yet an intruiging write to read For me.' All the best.'
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Date: 5/17/2024 4:59:00 AM
Timothy Ray! MISS YOU, when you grab abmoment to peek into your Inbox file, you’ll find me there, like here, loving your ,Greek gods are the trash of failed imaginations” wow! Yes, i always thought what’ the hoopla about? Hadda know them & stick one by an acadia (or whater…) tree in every piece to have pr bourbeoisie ivy league training . Haha that dxxx tree was in all their poems. Miss you! Hugs, sally, hoping U are ok
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Date: 3/17/2024 6:45:00 AM
Wonderful expression with memorable similies
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Date: 1/22/2024 5:02:00 PM
I agree, don't look back at the bad times... just don't forget to remember the good ones, also... This was a most interesting and compelling piece to read, Timothy... Keep up the great writing :)
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Date: 1/12/2024 3:55:00 AM
Fantastic form I enjoyed reading your work many blessings
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Date: 12/25/2023 5:02:00 PM
Mythology fascinated me in high school but so did, “Odessy of the Otter.” Amazing write Timray….so many layers and resurrection of words I didn't know had been born. The notion of a wall of impenetrable bitterness is a very final-final line. John told me you were playing Santa today. Cheers, SuZ
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Date: 12/25/2023 7:32:00 AM
A write and a half Timothy, as Tom Woody The Greek gods being of a trash imagination line, resonates with me Humans are full of self..And importance, well at Least it gives matterial to write on.' All the best Over Christmas.'
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Date: 11/25/2023 6:13:00 AM
Whew! You can really write. Many of your references I'm not too familiar with, but your poem certainly could stimulate one toward research. "Greek gods are the trash of failed imaginations ..." Interesting notion
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