Bella Donna Requiem

Bella Donna Requiem

A Chapter by TL Boehm
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Inspired simply by the picture and nothing more...Thank you Deni

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This peace you offer
Pinioned prayers and platitudes
Scry in the mercury shattered
Your brittle whispers snap in the rarified air

This madness is thunder at the back of my throat 
Ragged and storm weary 
I tread water in your wake
Spin my tahrihim and trim the fringe 
I am the terminus of fragile breath
Falling away from you 

*Benedicimus Deum meum adventum et egrediente
There is solace in the blind blue moments 
Let me surrender 
To the baptism of despair
The upwelling catechism of *deliquescence
Souls fall clutching the flesh
Gasping for one more shredding dream 
Fill the spinnaker and set sail

I am no longer a seaworthy vessel 
This tethered hope you offer 
Stinging nettles in my mouth
On flitting wings 
Is the drone of hornets in my hair 
 
I crave 
Oblivion
And you are bound to your promise 
It is my free will

To let go...

06/12/12
*God bless my coming and my going out 
*melt away/decay



© 2014 TL Boehm


Author's Note

TL Boehm
This poem is not about me, or how I "feel" If you know me , you know I am not one to desire letting go. I was simply inspired by Bubo's post "Field of Crimson Daffodils" - Read the original here... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Bubo/713610/

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I like the notion of letting go. The notion of oblivion has great appeal ... NO pointless emails, NO competition, NO rain, NO feelings of any kind. It is actually absolutely impossible to imagine. We just can't do it as it involves the absence of imagination, too.

My favourite line is 'The terminus of fragile breath.' There is a purity in all this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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I like the notion of letting go. The notion of oblivion has great appeal ... NO pointless emails, NO competition, NO rain, NO feelings of any kind. It is actually absolutely impossible to imagine. We just can't do it as it involves the absence of imagination, too.

My favourite line is 'The terminus of fragile breath.' There is a purity in all this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Remarkable, this is almost baroque.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ooooh, this is tall, tall work

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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