Composing Repetitions

[ladylilith]

I don't do prose. Not in any universally recognised way
here, because while fine lines can make finer mistakes
I'm not sure where the line is drawn between lies and
fabricated red romance. I'm not true to my altruistic side,
my soul relies heavily on unhealthy drinks and forgotten
ambrosia. And my poetry, or prose, slips forward from time
passed perhaps. A phoenix effect? Plagiarism. Public, patient
plagiarism. But these palms press eagerly to the sullen stone
effigies, the earth ware red that depicts their faces; clumsy
expressions that I reflect as my own in a clumsy hand and
still- karma, or effect, or cause, creeps into my quick to
firelight heart, creating a bonfire that blazes long into the
night. Those glazed over eyes, warmly wondering where
the fireworks have gone, bored of my smoky light in dark-
I slowly ember on, umbered face, charcoaled hands, red-
Red lips from birth, like a lady's secret desire when licked
lightly wet. But I own a tricky tongue. Tricky, tricky, flick
from one side of my mouth to the other. No wine please,
The time for apocalypse has completely passed, thank gods.
Not one of my prayers, with hands furiously fingering beads,
Make a jot of truth or logic or beauty, to you. To me though?
They're red. Maroon maybe when I'm tired of living like a sad
and sullen old lie. Sanguine, sometimes, after huffing walks
uphill, always uphill. And still, you don't get it. I'm not her,
Nor him. I'm not a Grecian urn or a raven-black writing desk.
I have no nightingale's song nor any ode less travelled than
the one that traverses the tightly spun coil that wraps about
my mortal body. This is my temple, where the priestess and
the preacher proudly interrupt any piety or any notion of hard
graft with delicate flowers of weak appreciation, wrongly shot.

In the end, when I open my arms to meet this death in an emo-
tionally tight disguise, I can feel that my spirit will sing. Songs
of glittering triumph because yes, though I may stain my cheeks
red and callouses harden my angry hands, yes. I was here, slow-
ly dancing to a butterfly's beat. But no. No, no, I don't do prose.





___


*A/N - Lines 18-19 make reference to LateRabbit's prose piece here --> http://thepoetsanctuary.net/forum/viewt ... 25&t=21200

[everhopeful]

Holy Prose writing, Batman! It's a pleasure seeing you in this board, writing in a way which seems true to the ideals of the form; there's a deeply personal element in terms of the speakers decree regarding personal philosophy, but it's done without losing a sense of lyricism and, more importantly, poetry. Yes, very much putting the poetry into prose poetry here.
This is a relentless read, like the proverbial 'page turner' novel, which sucked me in and held me until the very end. Too many wonderful facets to pick out every element I enjoyed, but I loved your nod toward some classics near the end of the first paragraph. I dare say this is one of my favourites from you, and there's stiff competition there, but this is truly exceptional work.

[Jahaliel]

I echo everything Mick said, this is absolutely amazing. From the first line I was caught, I love the way all your ideas flow seamlessly. The alliteration in there is awesome as is that whole opening phrase. Beautiful, incredible *applauds*

p.s. Congrats on the Spotlight lovvie x

[ladymaybebaby]

A little birdie told me I should read this piece, so here I am! Jeez louise girl, what in creation inspired this latest glimpse of brillance? Oh no, you don't do prose, never in a million years! Puleez! Exalt!

-R
xoxo

[ladymaybebaby]

Congratulations on the spotlight! See previous post^^^^ . Loved this piece, bookmarked!

-R
xoxo

[BarryC]

this is amazing work i must say

[danielraythomason]

I dig this. Great work!

[sicksoul]

*face-plants her desk* Yea, you don't do prose and I'm a perfect angel
Maybe it's just that you don't do enough prose. I'd gladly take a second serving of this, love it Lil!

[musie]

A "second serving" that sounds good! GOOD GRIEF! this is possibly the most surreal piece I've ever seen you write...and I must echo all that has already been said about it....A BOOK MARKER for SURE my friend! SO inspiring to all writer's...PLEASE! PLEASE OWN it now...it's most deserving....CONGRATULATIONS on the Spotlight!

[ladylilith]

Ok, ok! I'm owning it! See? This is me owning! I pwn n00bs..

Naw, seriously though? This was one of those writes that felt like a demon clawing its way out, for real, and afterwards I couldn't bare to look at again! So for it to be picked for the Spotlight? Gee.. It's enough to make a girl cry!

Thank you. For taking the time to read this and for leaving such heart warming and encouraging comments.

Love you xx

[Rassy48]

Lily,
Now I know why I don't do prose! My Lord, girl! I couldn't even come close to anything this fabulous. I just cannot even find words now to describe it. Instead of embarassing myself with some flimsy inappropriate adjectives, I will simply agree with those comments that have already been set down. I am in awe! This creation and its author are right where they belong ... "The Spotlight". Congrats, my friend.
Joanne

[tangerinepie]

Lady L..you always make me feel like I should throw my quill in the fire,,,LOL...but this piece just grabs the reader and sends their senses spiraling into some unknown dimension.The beauty of it lies in the fact that your words are like no other..nor will there be another like this write..YES...EXALT...Tangie...

[everhopeful]

Maybe it's just that you don't do enough prose.

^ thanks to sicksoul for expressing exactly what I tried to say to you, but she did so more eloquently!

This is a blistering piece of prose poetry and only grows more enjoyable and admirable with each further read.
Congratulations on the spotlight!

[Sasha]

This is one of the few pieces that makes you hang on your words, so you just read it and again, and I did read many many times. And I told you before about that, this is truly *looking for the right word*... mesmeric masterpiece of excellent poetess like you!

Congratulations on the much deserved Spotlight, sister!

Sash xx

[flux]

Reading this is like trekking through dense jungle, banana leaf, banana leaf, flower, bird, banana leaf, snake! banana leaf......you get the idea. I felt overcome by the end but this is a fine example of pouring everything onto the page and letting things find their own place.

[Rosella]

You don't do prose, neither do I! Prose writing wasn't my best. :) Ladylith, that was great writing. Exalt!

[CrypticCricker]

Intense, compelling, relentlessly pulling you in...I wish I were in a smoke-filled cavern bar where the spotlight is starkly white as seen through the bluish haze, and all of the crowd is listening to you rip into our consciousness with these lines you have penned. well done!

[Taher]

Wow. Absolutely stunning.

[musie]

Does not surprise me one bit that this came to be in the Hall of Fame! CONGRATS Ladylilith!