"inklike" poems - Hello Poetry

“Graceless Ravens Envy You,” by Eric Robert Nolan Revel in apostasy. You are the black dove, hovering High in an inklike arc. Blacker, even, than coal-colored wolves in onyx lines seeking quarry at starless midnight. More ebon, even, than narrow sable blacksnakes staying cravenly in shade at noon. Darker, even, than murders of crows, newly legion at Autumn, amassing among saw-wing martins at dusk. You’re blacker, even, then the rooks. Graceless ravens envy you. Remember your rebirth? The sun rose, Your birdsong changed and then the questions flew from your beak faster even than the wrens? Faster than you could fly? For a moment, they rendered all the world obsidian. Remember your feathers burning? Sunlight striking your wings and then all the slow alabaster there singing, quickening into aerodynamic black? Remember the flock’s suspicion? Remember your siblings, the nest? Remember when all their pearl heads turned their backlit crowns in morning sun ringed so thinly in shining ivory? Their song was interrupted, Yours was made a query — empiricism’s aria. Flustered, they fluttered at all the low notes. There were all immaculate; you were the color of night. Now you arc alone — soar and sin and sing, unrepentant one. Somewhere an ordinary dog, awakening from shadow, howls at the sun. (c) Eric Robert Nolan 2015

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Oct 3, 2015

Oct 3, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC

eric-robert-nolan

“Graceless Ravens Envy You"

“Graceless Ravens Envy You,” by Eric Robert Nolan Revel in apostasy. You are the black dove, hovering High in an inklike arc. Blacker, even, than coal-colored wolves in onyx lines seeking quarry at starless midnight. More ebon, even, than narrow sable blacksnakes staying cravenly in shade at noon. Darker, even, than murders of crows, newly legion at Autumn, amassing among saw-wing martins at dusk. You’re blacker, even, then the rooks. Graceless ravens envy you. Remember your rebirth? The sun rose, Your birdsong changed and then the questions flew from your beak faster even than the wrens? Faster than you could fly? For a moment, they rendered all the world obsidian. Remember your feathers burning? Sunlight striking your wings and then all the slow alabaster there singing, quickening into aerodynamic black? Remember the flock’s suspicion? Remember your siblings, the nest? Remember when all their pearl heads turned their backlit crowns in morning sun ringed so thinly in shining ivory? Their song was interrupted, Yours was made a query — empiricism’s aria. Flustered, they fluttered at all the low notes. There were all immaculate; you were the color of night. Now you arc alone — soar and sin and sing, unrepentant one. Somewhere an ordinary dog, awakening from shadow, howls at the sun. (c) Eric Robert Nolan 2015

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In that moment, her face is so close to mine. She’s talking, and she’s talking, in a softer than native tongue, and though I understand, I am not listening. I’m preoccupied, slowly watching the last of my oxygen float away, brushing across my cheek until slowly, it drifts to the surface of her eyes, surrounded by blue, and an inklike iris. below these puddles on her face was milky skin, dotted with molecular shades of auburn spilled across cheeks, and a nose crinkled in laughter, spilling from the curve of slightly chapped lips Hair the yellow-white of flutterbye roses laced between her fingertips in brief waves, rolling past her shoulders and resting softly by her side. But this is all but a moment, worded as a stare a moment unobserved, and unrequited by the girl who for an instant took away my air -

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Apr 12, 2016

Apr 12, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC

megan-hazel

the bliss of suffocation

In that moment, her face is so close to mine. She’s talking, and she’s talking, in a softer than native tongue, and though I understand, I am not listening. I’m preoccupied, slowly watching the last of my oxygen float away, brushing across my cheek until slowly, it drifts to the surface of her eyes, surrounded by blue, and an inklike iris. below these puddles on her face was milky skin, dotted with molecular shades of auburn spilled across cheeks, and a nose crinkled in laughter, spilling from the curve of slightly chapped lips Hair the yellow-white of flutterbye roses laced between her fingertips in brief waves, rolling past her shoulders and resting softly by her side. But this is all but a moment, worded as a stare a moment unobserved, and unrequited by the girl who for an instant took away my air -

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the tip of my pen hot, most likely from its placement beside the laptop, but not. a drawer full, who does that? either way, whether the pen's fire is the result of the machine's heat or the force to which the words push down against me pressing against a pink-lined page, maybe i'll never know. morning crawled in there i was stepping into the onyx dawn long before it called its light. the earth's face inklike, spider webs catching at my cheeks. already at work keeping things together and letting them fall apart, jokingly balancing life. the water warm as my fingers crawled against the surface frogs sharing their swim with the near full moon me sharing my disgust with the night insects, my eyes stretching between the here and now while awaiting a joyous tone. strange sunday i laugh reminding myself of my lonesomeness and of the dawn's curse. with little worry the pen dries, its ball point tired sunlight showers the tile in iridescent light and my face, well it's awash. maybe the days when my pen was cold i was to learn? patience, not always ready to pour- but i've been restrained and that pen has been kind.

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Jul 3, 2016

Jul 3, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC

stefaniasanfillipo

final spring sunday

the tip of my pen hot, most likely from its placement beside the laptop, but not. a drawer full, who does that? either way, whether the pen's fire is the result of the machine's heat or the force to which the words push down against me pressing against a pink-lined page, maybe i'll never know. morning crawled in there i was stepping into the onyx dawn long before it called its light. the earth's face inklike, spider webs catching at my cheeks. already at work keeping things together and letting them fall apart, jokingly balancing life. the water warm as my fingers crawled against the surface frogs sharing their swim with the near full moon me sharing my disgust with the night insects, my eyes stretching between the here and now while awaiting a joyous tone. strange sunday i laugh reminding myself of my lonesomeness and of the dawn's curse. with little worry the pen dries, its ball point tired sunlight showers the tile in iridescent light and my face, well it's awash. maybe the days when my pen was cold i was to learn? patience, not always ready to pour- but i've been restrained and that pen has been kind.

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_One_. Your curls are meticulously moussed That is how it sits on your skull so perfectly Rounded and beautiful Your smile resounds some kind of light when you allow it to show _Two_. Worldly green eyes Holding so much in Don't hesitate to break the shiny glass that seals the nature from breaking through The blinks and movements speak so much more Three. Your face interests me beyond words All the sharp edges and peculiar turns A windy road provides path to expression on your stunning face Please never stop talking Four. Your skin is gloriously golden sunshine Enkindling the kindest, most empathetic inklike irises And your laughter, sweet Sugar cane Five. Patterned skin Lines and lines Wonderfully experienced Let's travel along your skin like a railway

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Aug 11, 2017

Aug 11, 2017 at 8:03 PM UTC

saplingn

Persons 1-5.

_One_. Your curls are meticulously moussed That is how it sits on your skull so perfectly Rounded and beautiful Your smile resounds some kind of light when you allow it to show _Two_. Worldly green eyes Holding so much in Don't hesitate to break the shiny glass that seals the nature from breaking through The blinks and movements speak so much more Three. Your face interests me beyond words All the sharp edges and peculiar turns A windy road provides path to expression on your stunning face Please never stop talking Four. Your skin is gloriously golden sunshine Enkindling the kindest, most empathetic inklike irises And your laughter, sweet Sugar cane Five. Patterned skin Lines and lines Wonderfully experienced Let's travel along your skin like a railway

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