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Swallowed

"Swallowed"



Swallowed
in the belly of the whale
epiphany rips my waves

more than a stone ripples 5
12 disciples 
bare feet floating on yesterday’s grave

walk on water
Survive

Swallowed
in the belly of the whale
epiphany rips my waves

saltwater tears taste
an elixir 
Communion of the Brave

A wake
Awake 

Wave


(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)





"The Test" / The Chemical Brothers
https://youtu.be/yhS9LnDoo_w


Lyrics:
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/chemicalbrothers/thetest.html






"Je reviendrai pour réclamer mon enfance perdue dans la prochaine vie"

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Lady Labyrinth Date: 2/23/2020 2:16:00 AM “A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen.” Virginia Woolf, Orlando Login to Reply

Lady Labyrinth Date: 2/23/2020 2:12:00 AM “I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.” Jane Austen, Persuasion Login to Reply Lady Labyrinth Date: 2/23/2020 2:15:00 AM “The difference between my darkness and your darkness is that I can look at my own badness in the face and accept its existence while you are busy covering your mirror with a white linen sheet. The difference between my sins and your sins is that when I sin I know I'm sinning while you have actually fallen prey to your own fabricated illusions. I am a siren, a mermaid; I know that I am beautiful while basking on the ocean's waves and I know that I can eat flesh and bones at the bottom of the sea. You are a white witch, a wizard; your spells are manipulations and your cauldron from hell yet you wrap yourself in white and wear a silver wig.”

Lady Labyrinth Date: 2/21/2020 1:19:00 AM "Shall I break your rest, Devouring, eager? Is love’s gift best? Nay, song’s the loveliest. Yet, were you lost, What rapture could I take from song? What song were left?" Login to Reply Ts Poetry Date: 2/21/2020 6:03:00 AM "I know not what to do: To turn and slake The rage that burns, With my breath burn And trouble your cool breath— So shall I turn and take Snow in my arms, (Is love’s gift best?) Yet flake on flake Of snow were comfortless, Did you lie wondering, Wakened yet unawake"

Ts Poetry Date: 2/20/2020 7:33:00 AM Enlightened you shall live a thousand times. Walk faster the sharks circle as they sense you fire burning below. We do not know but we know. Login to Reply Lady Labyrinth Date: 2/21/2020 1:21:00 AM "My mind is quite divided; My minds hesitate, So perfect matched I know not what to do. Each strives with each: As two white wrestlers, Standing for a match, Ready to turn and clutch, Yet never shake Muscle or nerve or tendon; So my mind waits To grapple with my mind Yet I am quiet, I would seem at rest." Ts Poetry Date: 2/20/2020 3:05:00 PM "I know not what to do. Will the sound break, Rending the night With rift on rift of rose And scattered light? Will the sound break at last As the wave hesitant, Or will the whole night pass And I lie listening awake?" Lady Labyrinth Date: 2/20/2020 1:15:00 PM Fragment XXXVI By H. D. From “Hesperides” Lady Labyrinth Date: 2/20/2020 1:15:00 PM https://www.bartleby.com/300/2395.html Ts Poetry Date: 2/20/2020 8:03:00 AM ‘It seemed I’d risen naked in a vanished recollection when you came, strange and familiar, my beloved to grant me, bending, the boundless deliverance I was seeking from the wind’s quick sistrum. . .’ Lady Labyrinth Date: 2/20/2020 7:54:00 AM "...The passing of time is soft and unworldly and pain floats lightly in my soul dawn breaks in the heavens, the dream remains afloat..." Lady Labyrinth Date: 2/20/2020 7:52:00 AM https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/51363/erotikos-logos Ts Poetry Date: 2/20/2020 7:34:00 AM I close my eyes looking for the secret meeting-place of the waters under the ice the sea’s smile, the closed wells groping with my veins for those veins that escape me there where the water-lilies end and that man who walks blindly across the snows of silence. I’ve kept a rein on my life, with him, looking for the water that touches you heavy drops on green leaves, on your face in the empty garden, drops in the motionless reservoir striking a swan dead in its white wings living trees and your eyes riveted

Alkas Poetry Date: 2/20/2020 5:16:00 AM POETRY IS ALWAYS POETRY, SAME FANTASY OR EPIPHANIA. SALUTE ALKAS Login to Reply Lady Labyrinth Date: 2/20/2020 5:57:00 AM How labyrinthine that word, 'Epiphania', Alkas. Perhaps all poems were leading to this latest epiphany I thought through and wrote. Perhaps I should have titled it Epiphania. Thank you for your kind comment. Leanne Lady Labyrinth Date: 2/20/2020 5:57:00 AM https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/51365/epiphany-1937