09 August 2011

Under Glass

Diana Matisz

Pour one for me before you go,
she said. Leave a glass of words
in the guise of honeyed-amber
tempting lips and tongue

Make it the best you have,
one that will burn away
the blues, light fires in a
darkling anima

Walk away, leave me to it
don't look back, it won't be
pretty-this gnashing frenzied
exhumation of inspiration

When I'm spent and the deed
is done, I'll turn and walk away
leaving poetic bloodied runes
beneath your catalyst

{ For Judge Whisky }

22 comments:

  1. yep - pour one for me as well please..great and sensual capture of the writing process..

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  2. who's seducing who?
    is she weak for "him" or skillfully placing the bait?
    :)

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  3. Debbie:
    No seduction at all. He offered inspiration, she drank it down and left the results for him to find :)

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  4. thank you for your reply :)
    I hope you understood that - i really liked this!

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  5. Debbie:
    It's nice that you read it and saw something in a different perspective :) Thanks again.

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  6. Wow Diana - what a powerful poem and image!

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  7. I'm humbled that you were inspired to put together such wonderful words on me behalf.
    Thank you.
    It is wonderful.

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  8. Sorry about the typo. I really meant "my"

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  9. this is a lovely poem...dark at the edges...but i would take a glass and beware what might happen next...

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  10. A wonderful write and your words pour out creating such a vivid scene, nicely done!

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  11. Pour one for me as well....wonderful!

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  12. Very dark and somehow sensual, too. A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing eh! In her case, it worked :)
    A lovely read, thank you. :)

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  13. ...indeed, a pleasure to read... i find many a-great line in here and many, many more to adore with... i enjoyed the read.. thanks for the poem!

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  14. Yes...but does she drink of poison, or of nourishment. This is the question that remains for me. Love the word weaving as always...but love even more how you've left enough unsaid for my mind to drift away on its own romanticized hunt for conclusion. Always a sincere pleasure!

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  15. You walk along the path of many greats, plaiting relationship, the creative process and intoxication into a tight write.

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  16. Leave a glass of words! Great!

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  17. ARRON SHILLING:


    Great Poem

    Classy and beguiling

    a muffled call from a siren me thinks.

    Make it the best you have,
    one that will burn away
    the blues, light fires in a
    darkling anima

    I loved from start to finish but darkling anima made me shiver.

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  18. WOWSER! Gotta love this one! "Leave a glass of words, in the guise of honeyed-amber,
    tempting lips and tongue."

    BE-U-TI-FUL!

    Roger ☺

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  19. So seductive! I love how this poem draws me in, and then sends me back to the top to read again - looking for all that is left unsaid. Beautifully done.

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  20. i thought i could taste the words of honey in amber beautiful this whole blog is a gallery of art and poetry your words are so inspirational to so many for me I am always transported to another place when i read your works I wish i could even half fill a glass with poetry as well written as yours /thankyou so much for your sharing with the beez alwayz x

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