"exanimate" poems
XXXIII
Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear
Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled
Into the music of Heaven’s undefiled,
Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,
While I call God—call God!—So let thy mouth
Be heir to those who are now exanimate.
Gather the north flowers to complete the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
Yes, call me by that name,—and I, in truth,
With the same heart, will answer and not wait.
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A claypot,
brittle and empty.
Cold and weary.
For I,
was that claypot.
Brittle and empty,
Cold and weary.
My exanimate body,
quiet like the winter
but piercing like the howling wind.
You picked me up,
and painted me with colours.
Colours,
that represented your love.
Blue for freedom,
Yellow for loyalty,
Brown for humility.
And Red - your love.
You embraced me,
and kissed me,
despite the coldness of my touch.
You painted me with your love.
I,
believed that I was now something.
And..
You dropped me.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 4:41 AM UTC
Take me to the lamppost
Where my heart goes to gleam
Replace the fire with the spark from the sea
See the way she radiates back at me
Take me to the lamppost
Where the light has dimmed
See what once stood bright and constant
now holding only things that became dark and exanimate
Take me to the lamppost
Where memories of the light
Try to hold on best they can
Though loss is drying, blurred in the mute sand
Take me to the lamppost
To what once was gold and blazen
Remind me of what used to be
Fire kindled through glass; and see!
Take me to the lamppost
Where I yearn to see the light
That was once within.
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 12:39 PM UTC
comes what of this:
pink exhaustion
?
some shallow tract of nicks
neck scratched clean
& puddles of symmetry
line the frame still
breathe flexing tiny
freckles shoulder wrought silk;
(a chalice so well tuned. blood song
symphony)
repose exanimate former pleasure cutter
you
May 30, 2010
May 30, 2010 at 10:43 AM UTC