The Soul Breathes

Bjork was more than a mild inspiration for this one.

Can't you see?

that somber tapestry of whimsy

it's burning in me, my withering edges are

coolly cradling your eye
serenading the pale-lit of dreams

An orchestral fountain of 

light and tragedy

whispering in the pines

freezing the blank warning signs

Signs I ignored before

foreclosure ...

before my cold-cut exposure

Fairy saddles carry my dreams

upon a gale of scintillating star beams

each igniting a beacon of grace in this

otherwise lonely place...

Can you feel it?
In a world so small, still you can hear it

crying in the swayed autumn leaves

dripping from the maw of icicle eaves

I didn't mean to make such a production

of that gray space between us

Back there, I swore a love song you sang

from lips hot with promises

that were too cool to keep.

Reviews

[Kristallo]

Dear Kris,

I definitely see a great similarity with you and our Icelandic Björk, she is equally beautifully quirky, and rich in artistic ways as you are, (others would soon adopt all as an assumption for finding it pretty weird,) for I find them strange, this is just a wonderful aspect, because something is only strange if it simply is NOT known for the other. ;)

In your first stanza I felt the cold deserted streets that Iceland is rich, I got a real vision of a yellow road sign/bord with a curved black arrow on it. (your writing is making me see new things) for I love that...

That's why I expressed the arrow on the sign/bord in your next stanza the denial occurs. Perhaps it was a deliberate blind spot. Or just a fantastic mind who can assimilate with one of her favorite artists...

You wording makes a dance by the almost never darkening height frond
The firefly described as the hope I found very symbolic, almost like the northern lights.

You ending gives me chills for I feel that there was almost an out of body experiment, covered with poetic words and skill. Sublime writing my dear friend,

I loved this!

P.s. I listened to my old time favorite, whilst reviewing you

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6KxtgS2lU94


- Elisa

[Kristallo]

Miss Elisa, I am so thankful that you took such care in seeing through my words and into the soul sewn between them. You are a lovely and intuitive friend to me, it's always such a gift to see you've browsed my work. You've captured the setting and scenery and tone of it all so cunningly, I feel that you can see and feel the shades of life in much the same way that I do. Thank you for your time, I am most blessed by it. :)

You are more than welcome dear friend, and you deserve it, for I agree so much on all you said above... You are a fantastic writer... :) x

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I concur that she is quite fantastic, and it was a fantastic review, which makes me curious about your writing Elisa

I thank our Kris, for making this review out of me :)

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

humility, the sustenance of brilliance!

No lol, it's Björk, Krystal, and the truth lol :)

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

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[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

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[Leslie Philibert]

Like here the use of questions, that give the poem an angry, demanding feeling. Great enjambement, and I like the way you use the stanzaic triplet in the middle. A quality poem that impresses

[Kristallo]

Thank you, Leslie. I'm so glad that you enjoyed it.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

truth be told, this is beautiful and I love all the phrases
I get too emotional at night (and sometimes in the morning)
to say anything useful
I doubt my own memory when I wonder if the words "scintillating"
and "beacon" are part of the most recent edit
"Signs I ignored before
foreclosure ...
before my cold-cut exposure"
lines like that get me
I'll just blame how cold this room is and the fact I don't have a better shirt to put on
and rationalize that I'll be back tomorrow
to add more words
I find myself drained by inspiration before it spills out
maybe I have a leak somewhere inside

[Kristallo]

"I find myself drained by inspiration before it spills out." That's a very apt way to put it. I often go through the wastelands of capricious inspiration before it somehow funnels out of me, tidal and organic, as if it had been growing and stewing the whole time... i'm glad to know that you enjoyed this, it was one of your examples of creativity spilling out. I spent no longer than ten minutes on it. And thank you for reviewing, John, always such a pleasure. :)

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

this may not be my last review on this, but I've read this a few times already and I'll read it again and explore some of your pieces..I have me some beatles on my mp3 player now btw :)

[Kristallo]

The Beatles will bring you closer to me... they're my favorite group. :)

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I had a great convo about dogs/cats with an old man at a bar because I played hey bulldog once; I showed him my party trick where I chug a pint in one gulp; there is a reason we're friends :)

[Friday]

Hmm. Very mindful and luminious wording it seems to me (with twists). Very, very good! Thank you!!

[Kristallo]

Thank you, Friday! I am so happy that you enjoyed this piece, it humbles me deeply. :)

[An owl on the moon]

Ahhhh, twas Bjork inspired... Such a mood and setting of shadows that arise upon the reading... Your words move deeply over the mind... all the senses alive with the letters... colors woven around the world, and yes, just like a waking dream. Powerfully voiced and haunting...

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A masterpiece!!!

[MoriartyMesa]

The flow is like a drum beat to the reader, the heavier the beat the more the words sink in and take effect.

[Octob3r Star]

Love questions :) Cheers, thanks for the write.

[Rene Velez]

nice work I was sent by Sethnicity, rhyme scheme is great, and word play even better, enjoyed.

[icaros13]

I read this four times consecutively without being able to stop. Even now I want to read it again. This is a true piece of art, Krystal. It is impossible to put into words the plethora of emotions this poem pulls me through. I'm going to stop typing now and immediately put this in my favorites.