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Interstices Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormCategories  
Obsessive Constraints part two MATTHEW harris Bio interstices, absence, age, creation, depression,
Life On The Edge David Sermersheim Free verse interstices, allegory,
Obsessive Constraints - part iii matthew harris Bio interstices, addiction, age, anger, angst,
In the suspended time Edward Clapham Blank verse interstices, memory,
Premium Member Poem Basis of Belief Mark Peterson Free verse interstices, anger,
The Lobster Ngoc Nguyen Ode interstices, humor, humorous, ocean, sea,
Premium Member Poem Villanelle The fall from grace is the shame borne as lost face T Wignesan Villanelle interstices, lost,
Premium Member Poem Voices Sam Toil Free verse interstices, loneliness,
Sonnet 13 - Poetry's interstices Michael Dom Sonnet interstices, poetry,
Dormant Mind Sprouts Life Stephen Parker Rhyme interstices, allegory, angst,
Premium Member Poem Memo for Destroyer Poet A LINDA: 3 20 p m, 23rd April 2013 Paris, France T Wignesan Dramatic monologue interstices, dedication,
Mind's Dark Sphere Stephen Parker Rhyme interstices, angst,
The Interstices of Time Robert Ludden Free verse interstices, philosophy,
Augustinian Dilemma Stephen Parker Rhyme interstices, depression, introspection, life
ANNIHILATION Satish Verma I do not know? interstices, art
THE AIR-OCEAN'S PLANKTON Sidney Beck Free verse interstices, allegory

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Memo for Destroyer Poet A LINDA: 3 20 p m, 23rd April 2013 Paris, France

MEMO for Destroyer Poet A Linda: 3. 20 p.m., 23rd April 2013 – Paris, France
  
If you are Red   I am Brown
If you’re not 
Then as one concrete painter using phonemes 
                 to another

Now we speak in the common-denominator tongue
Of those who went across oceans
Yours you took across the Bering
From the frozen solid roof of the world
The common step-mothering-tongue
And the common heel-bone

Take this memo down I tell myself
For my long-lost sister
Now weary with chilblains
And walnut warts from the long trek

Tell her you’re sorry
You took so long
Tell her you read excerpts of her outpouring
In a lone-lost cave overgrown with moss
							lost without cause
Mixed with the growls and coughs of shaggy beasts
And the lone mountain lioness’ scowling howl at the stars
In a dry season

Tell her you’re sorry not to have returned the compliment
For this’s the Way of the Community
That each rushes to fulfill a sacrosanct duty

Tell her
I read your spiraling lyrical threnody
	of the Soul’s age-old Odyssey
 through the bony interstices of breast-beating moans
and groans 
Right there where it hurts most 
in the guts

I saw how your people lifted themselves
							on their fists
   after their arms and knuckles looked gnarled
I saw the claws of the lone eagle clutch your soul
							in one fell swoop
	down concertina centuries
And make you swallow your tongue
	wailing in cloistered valleys of lilacs and magnolias
  to the rhythm of crescendo stamping feet
  and besetting winds 
          cacophonous through wildly flapping wigwams
I felt the ancient beat of your pulse
	in the huskily refined whisper of your verse
   come seething harpies
			unleashed at my throat
I saw wild stallions
	sleek and shoddy	manes aloft 
     come steaming and fuming down mountain sides
          your fathers tamed
I saw generations of silent sturdy women
	kindle fierce fires 
  while brawny braves rode away on bare-backs
	to bring the venison back

I now hear your gentle voice
	in dulcet drops tinkle down waterfalls
		of your manifold genres

Yet I do not hear you cry
Nor do I wonder why
You are made of that stuff of breed
That can traverse ice without steed
And scale Himalayas down continents
To reach the other side of impediments

And lest I forget let me tell you this
Your lyrical voice will linger long in bliss.

    Every good wish.		

         Sincerely,
			T. Wignesan  
  







 
 

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