ReGenesis~

ReGenesis~

A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole
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~OracleSeries~

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My boat is made of pupae

dry butterflies flap paper wings in the breeze

the men on shore

watch the clouds drown in my heavenly arms

open to the grace of the agony in the ink band lining

of the atmosphere

 

Eyes in gold fragments

lash out in curls of feathers painting the frame

the willow tree

open to the body of the sacrifice in ferns

a rectangle of parchments in the cream of melting hips

 

My book is made of skin

a cylindrical body in pearls reclines into the spine

for wildflower bindings

a half moon delivering itself above the scene

in the distance an echo

a dragonfly pressed between each and every page

 

Once upon a time I had an island all my own

with a central cave

the battalions threw their men onto the shores

boots made of clotted blood

hands made of involuntary sins

I gave them tea on the edge of their swords

as they commented how from the distance

the cave

bore the face of a mantis

preying

 

If I crack my shell here, today

to pour sunshine marmalade onto the canvas

the trail ends

and will not go beyond the taste of cinnamon apples

baked in a kiln by the edge of this ocean

where mythology sleeps in rows of herbs

stirring

 

My boat is made of pupae

body a composite of wings that land on me every night

each patterned with a distinct flavor of love

hate

desire

misery

building me

up

for the voyage;

my boat is made of pupae 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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© 2010 NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole


Author's Note

NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole
~rewriting the code~

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I'm lost for words, you've used them all! This is an amazingly stunning, surreal, imaginative, creative and all other similar words piece of writing.

'If I crack my shell here, today
to pour my sunshine marmalade onto the canvas
the trail ends
and will not go beyond the taste of my cinnamon apples
baked in a kiln by the edge of my ocean
where mythology sleeps in rows of herbs
stirring

You've created a space way out in arms of another infinity .. its queen a unique being able to love and be loved like nothing or nobody else. I don't know what to say, mind-blown with the beauty and emotion of it, Selene

Posted 14 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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I love that. It was wonderful!!!

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Thank you for taking me on this sail on butterfly wings. Beautiful. :-)

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A wondrous journey through thoughts of
crystallized logic and thespian dreams of
surreal lucidity…


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm lost for words, you've used them all! This is an amazingly stunning, surreal, imaginative, creative and all other similar words piece of writing.

'If I crack my shell here, today
to pour my sunshine marmalade onto the canvas
the trail ends
and will not go beyond the taste of my cinnamon apples
baked in a kiln by the edge of my ocean
where mythology sleeps in rows of herbs
stirring

You've created a space way out in arms of another infinity .. its queen a unique being able to love and be loved like nothing or nobody else. I don't know what to say, mind-blown with the beauty and emotion of it, Selene

Posted 14 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

i think it takes an 'afishionado' to appreciate that the deeper you swim, the higher you fly...i'm so glad to be taken on your journey

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I envison these images unfolding within your mind ~ as each subtle detail is painted across your dreamscape and brought to life before our eyes ~

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the first line is a king hit KO...with dreamy simile to soften the initial blow...as each line unfurls in majestic splendour...so grows your self created mythology...the images leave me more much more than metaphorically breathless...and if my mind were not so enlivened by this world that you present with golden platter on a cloud...i would be rendered numb and speechless...carried on wings to your far away place...

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on October 3, 2010
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Tags: poetry, oracle, augur, visionaries, forewarning, streaming, surreality sooth, selene skye, regenesis, hominid axis

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NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole

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