Discourse on Hier[arch(eolog(y))]

An organization of time; the endless quarrel over memories, what they meant, where they belong.

I catch your distant eyes in the mirror's reflection,

buttoning up the day

flesh-colored armor draped in linens

40 times a moment, I think of you

my relinquished sanction

your love of me, stuck

in yesterday's yesterday

where I still lose myself, 

refuge from fighting this on my own

You pass by with an accidental brush of the shoulder

deliberate silence

walk through the door,

leather shoes strike the pavement

beat the leaves, crunch

my memories--

clandestine rapport, a famished lexicon 

urgency for kind words of us.

Utter Them once more.

in time's chamber, I experiment

but even statues erode until 

their begotten faces are weathered and 

ambiguous

the zipper of your leather jacket, 

caught on linens

ripping silk, drilling holes

Never to keep out the dry, bitter air.

and in the land of ancient love, 

uncover, rediscover, excavate

This Cry beneath the ashes of death and longing, 

                beneath layers of soot and years

beneath the dust and history,

Your betrayal lurks; casting shadows over all which is real,

all which was once vivacious. 

Reviews

[V.B.]

First of all, I adore the title, and I really like the meandering shape of the poem. I also want to say that I was thrown when I read "flesh-colored armor draped in linens" because I wrote something yesterday that mentioned something along the lines of blankets as armor and I got this sudden reaffirmation of my belief that someone else has already said everything I write, but better.

My nonsense aside, this whole thing was a joy to read--filled with striking imagery, and a beautiful and slow revolution into itself. Thank you for this.

[Dane Osborne]

Ok this is too much, you're starting to make me jealous now LOL JK

We are evolved monkeys with suposably more sophisticated brains than other animals. Finitude is our fate as we wrestle with the infinite with embarassing futility.

[Siddhartha]

an elegy to lost love...a beautifully structured poem...heartrending in its intensity...as eloquent as only unrequited love can make.....beautiful write...:)

[Keoni]

at this moment there is something in the wall rattling and making strange noise.....words too can create strange noise, in wich i use my time that is so precious, to relate to me.......i mean its all about me.....so, i will say this, you write well. who are you and where are you going? do you often imagine or does this come from true to live wakes that still ripple in the sea of your universe? do you know who you are? do you wish the words you write would reach a specific soul? or are you in it for the good of all? i feel, that all should not be included in your wonderful words.......you may not know it but sometimes, enabling is not good........just a thought.........save the best for that special someone......you may want them back and will find it to be hard to erase.......lock up the fortunes of your soul where noone can steal or manipulate.......in your heart, where god has the only key. Keoni tsunamidayrecordsHI....pink

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wow ...really well structured poem..beautiful use of phrase and the emotional pull..diamond write :)

[Robin]

the after effects of the storm ... its rumbling thunder in the back ground -

'my memories--
clandestine rapport, a famished lexicon
urgency for kind words of us.
Utter Them once more.'