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A Cue from Nature
Run outside during a thunderstorm
That downpour, that conquered hesitation, that exhilaration
That's what unlonely is like
Buffeted but not broken.
I dropped a word from the string of negative adjectives that had trailed behind me like tin cans behind the village idiot. Unappreciated, unloved, unmarried. But no longer unpublished.
She smiled like knife on a velvet, she stretched like cat on the sun.
It was my tongue that swore; my heart is unsworn.
Unzip my body, take my heart out
The feelings flattened and folded and turned into something else, like emotional origami.
Revive, Rekindle, Rejoice.
All we got is the family unbroke.
I flamed amazement
Over the years she had learned to fold down rising emotion just as she would fold the clean bedsheets, the sheet growing smaller and tighter with each pass until all that remained of that wide wrinkled expanse of cotton was a hard closed-in square.
I dance. I ripple. I am thrown over you like a net of light. I lie quivering flung over you.
Bent
like the branches of a tree
broken
like the pieces of my heart
cracked
like the seventeenth moon
shattered
like the glass in the window
the day we met
My wild and free side unsettled some, and unwedged others.
broke into a blaze of effulgence.
Tears unnumbered ye shall shed....
Now I'm floating like a butterfly
Stinging like a bee I earned my stripes
I went from zero, to my own hero
My truths are all foreknown,This anguish self-revealed.I'm naked to the bone,With nakedness my shield.
I am pressed, but not broken. I am confused, but not despairing. I am hunted by the enemy but not abandoned by God. I have been thrown down, but I am not finished yet.
The sky
Scorched by the sun,
Weeps
Fecund tears.
I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone, And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Ties are straightened and expressions banished.
untangled him and carried him out. High above
For all mankind that unstained scroll unfurled, Where God might write anew the story of the World.
Would you rather die, or be unwound?
This is what will remain unforgotten
Fortune proclaimed
I'll be washed and ironed. I'll be washed and ironed and starched.
Redefined soul anew, bow now with pride. Reborn from the darkness, a man now wise.
Hopped up out the bed / Turn my swag on
-During Thanatos's class-
Damien tapped quickly on his iPad and lifted it so we could all see: Torn Asunder=Torn To Pieces
Free from passion and desire, you have stripped the thorns from the stem.
The skybr>Scorched by the sun,br>Weepsbr>Fecund tears.
Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.
The star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed.
pulled out a blue bandanna,
twisted her words into
She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odours bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight.
I sutured split infinitives and hoisted dangling modifiers and wore out the seam of my best flannel skirt.
Faded is my heart ...
Faded is my dream ...
Faded they may seem ...
Never I scream!
Shuttered like a fan no-one suspects your shoulder blades of wings. While you lay on your belly I kneaded the hard edges of your flight. You are a fallen angel but still as the angels are; body light as a dragonfly, great gold wings cut across the sun.
Now my tapestry's unraveling.
What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.
This is how you unraveled me. Thread by thread. Until I was bare, Wearing nothing but my skin And my bones And my blood.
His leaving had been like snipping off the end of a rope - leaving two unraveling strands.
the laundry, and took, in amicable
Wisely reconsidered and let the hand
A life like an intricately woven basket, frayed, worn, broken, unraveled, reworked, reknit from many of its original pieces ... Life can survive in the constant shadow of illness, and even rise to moments of rampant joy, but the shadow remains, and one has to make space for it.
Feelings are untidy ...
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
My words are the garment of what I shall never be
Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy.
Again rejoicing Nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues
Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in the morning dews.
There is a fierce joy to letting loose, to cutting yourself free from all the countless mundane threads of restraint that fix like you in your place, that tighten so gradually day by day that you do not even realize how bowed you are until you're quit of them.
It is with a word as with an arrow
once let it loose and it does not return.
Fire sat unbreathing. A life that was an apology for the life of his father: It was a notion she could understand, beyond words and thought. She understood it the way she understood music.
Rise, red as the dawn.
Feeling that Peter was on his way back, the Neverland had again woke into life. We ought to use the pluperfect and say wakened, but woke is better and was always used by Peter.
O time, thou must untangle this, not I.
It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.
Scatter as a prayer
escaping my lips...
as orchids
blooming in clouds.
So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!
I have fallen,
for your words.
They are like,
a gossamer cobweb,
I have been,
embroiled,
decoyed,
snared into!
Incapacitated.
I fail to escape.
I fail to liberate.
Your words,
didn't redeem,
made me a,
captive instead.
He placed his hands to his belt buckle and undid it.
Just be careful, Red. This isn't a fairytale. No one will save you, if you decide to see how sharp the wolf's teeth really are.
Snub end of a dismal year,
deep in the dwarf orchard,
The sky with its undercoat of blackwash and point stars,
I stand in the dark and answer to
My life, this shirt I want to take off,
which is on fire ...
Everywhere I am folded, there I am a lie.
Dinted
dimpled wimpled
his mind wandered down echoing corridors of
assonance and alliteration ever further and further from the
point. He was enamoured with the beauty of words.
Awake, arise or be for ever fall'n.
My poor life This shawl Frayed on strongboxes full of gold I roll along with Dream And smoke And the only flame in the universe
Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.
As the smoke clears,
I awaken,
And untangle you from me.
Would it make you feel better
To watch me, while I bleed?
All my windows still are broken,
But I'm standing on my feet.
Bent but never broken; down but never out.
It was as if in captivity, her brilliant plumage were losing its brilliance. She felt the metamorphosis. She knew she was moulting.
From the ground. They waded waist-deep in the grass, in a compact body, bearing an improvised stretcher in their midst. Instantly, in the emptiness of the landscape, a cry arose whose shrillness pierced the still air like a sharp arrow
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
I battered the cordons around me
And cradled my wings on the breeze,
Then soared to the uttermost reaches
With rapture, with power, with ease!
Dried out and curled up in a ball, me, I am like tea. Waiting to be immersed. Willing to unfold. Wanting to unfurl. Wailing silently to be exposed. Whimpering till that day. It seems I'm wilting and withering away.
Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled!
She rose suddenly and put out
You erased my famine, unpicked my anger
Your energy charges my voice, it radiates my heart;
Now I am alive with the ore of words pouring
From my lips like molten lava glittering with joy.
Any woman knows that a thread, once woven, is fixed in place; the only way to smooth a mistake is to let it all unravel.
Like a kite Cut from the string, Lightly the soul of my youth Has taken flight.
She untied her ropes, her frazzled oily grimy ropes that held her down into the littered marshlands of a life too long lived in fear and dread of the unknown, and took a big step out of bounds.
Lo, the unbounded sea, On its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, carrying even her moonsails. The pennant is flying aloft as she speeds she speeds so stately - below emulous waves press forward, They surround the ship with shining curving motions and foam. I
Stoke thy fires, thou Dragon-hearted daughter of flame, Rend the storm with thy mighty wings unfurled, Graciously salute the dawn.
Reepicheep: Unhand the tail. Aslan the Great gave me this tail and no one, repeat, no one, touches the tail. Period, exclamation mark!
My spirit shook its always-fettered wings half loose;
A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night.
Distraught I seize mine arms ... And with my comrades hasten to the hold: frenzy and anger urge my headlong will, and death methinks how comely, sword in hand!
conceived and held up to the angry
We are unfree, unhappy, and unsettled when we allow things outside of our control, like other people, circumstances, events, or even illnesses, determine our internal attitudes and emotions.
A bouquet yellow like remorse
Hurts my view
The cage
The wheel
The vile ennui of all mankind
And no one no one to break my chains!
("Outcries")
The world brought me to my knees, what have you brung you?
Untie me so I can kill you.
excoriated and burned, mapped and measured and meted
Achievement unlocked.
Life's renewal came and pacey flown
As sparks that roused eager jets,
Those spirits by clear morning grown;
Encompasses those extend'd spots.
A secret spoken finds wings.
Let no man surrender so long as he is unwounded and can fight.
Who understood
Whatever has been said, sighed, sung,
Howled, miau-d, barked, brayed, belled, yelled, cried, crowed ...
It does us all good to unbend sometimes.