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droll

July 6th, 2010

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Unusual
intriguing
largely unknown
droll
dwarves
that flit about
at night
largely unseen
panning for
fallen star dust
in places
where
little girls have cried
and left a trail
of tears that sparkle
only in the twilight.

– matt at shadow of iris

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waiting

March 30th, 2010

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There’s a bright lamp
in the window
and next to it she sits
well into the twilight hours
letting memories linger,
tear drops
on the verge of falling.

– matt at shadow of iris

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holding on

March 26th, 2010

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Holding on
inside me
a voice singing
a moment of time
frozen
sprawled out
the God given truth
made as clear
as an instant.

Bat wings that swirl
a creature of night
a primordial essence
stretching back
to a time before time
where the intellect falters
the heart fails
and all that’s left
is rivulets
of pure fear.

Smoke
moving upwards
disintegrating into the night.

A ghost sits next to you
this is the ghost of yesterday
he holds tomorrow in his hand
but when you reach for it
he snatches it away
the breath of his movement
a cold snap
a hallow feeling
leaving you so still
a single touch
could shatter you.

– matt at shadow of iris

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murmurs and shrapnel xxxi

March 6th, 2010

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In the wee early mornings
on the hottest nights
of that summer that never ended
when everyone on the farm
was fast asleep
the oldest daughter
with her wide blue eyes
and long black hair
would take off every stitch of her clothing
and steal away into the darkness
to a hidden grove
where her secret love awaited;
an amorphous stump
a short twisted form
with thick gnarled roots
and a tiny green eye;
she’d crouch down
and hug that little troll
tenderly
then leaning in
and putting her left ear near
she’d listen to the murmurs,
jumping rope without ropes
playing soccer without goals
praise that falls from lips
as easy as spittle and spit
you let me be
as I fell deeper
down into myself
a thousand voices
and none that cared
each one a babble
a should and a have and a surrender
I’ve been through alien abductors
and old hags
but I’m still waiting
for that gentle touch
and you to say
that I am not
alone.

– matt at shadow of iris

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[Inspired by the work of Esao Andrews.]

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