New Tamlins - a spontaneous response to recycledfaery

[wytchcroft]

and when the words dry up
and we read each others empty spaces
we mumble inchoate in our native state
animals bellowing the wild landscape

is it retreat to fold back into our selves
where skin and bone flaps into leaf 
some crude and ancient magic
21 century Tamlins turned into a tree

speak with your fingers
sing out the wooden wonder
the rough bark
the curves and whorls of me
traced and known

through every transformation
fish or fowl or frog-like features
we strange new creatures
of the prehistoric future

insects scuttling
and the sound of the wind
as the day comes glistening
in the tropical rain

the damp earth listening

for our words are plain.

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Comments

[eila.livejournal.com]

Bravo! Bravisimo! Exquisite. ^_^

[stoshagownozad.livejournal.com]

Ah!!!

[sidherian.livejournal.com]

Beautiful.

[mr-stapleton.livejournal.com]

wonderful! :)
thank you, my friend!

[betsycontent.livejournal.com]

wow. i'm overwhelmed. i take that back, i'm absolutely perfectly whelmed. :))) love your "fragments." this is very publishable. :)

[leannecassie-27.livejournal.com]

i like the poem. very creative. :)

[alagbon.livejournal.com]

I like this, quite a lot.

[reginaclarejane.livejournal.com]

I love wytchcroft the poet... ;)
This is wonderful- and that middle stanza, and this line in particular... "the curves and whorls of me"- ack, that's gorgeous.
More poetry, please, sir...
<3

[rebeccawilde.livejournal.com]

THIS IS SO COOL!

Yes, that is all I have to say!

*prints out*

:)

[recycledfaery.livejournal.com]

wow. what a response. a beautiful piece of writing my friend.
and when the words dry up
and we read each others empty spaces
*memorizes* (Is that a word?)
is it retreat to fold back into our selves
*melts*
speak with your fingers? *smiley sigh*
prehistoric future? oh my
damp earth listening
for our words are plain
*hushed silence*