BlueIris
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Thu Jun-11-09 02:14 AM
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The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 6/11/09 |
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"Coal" I is the total black, being spoken from the earth's inside. There are many kinds of open how a diamond comes into a knot of flame how sound comes into a word, colored by who pays what for speaking.
Some words are open like a diamond on glass windows singing out within the passing crash of sun Then there are words like stapled wagers in a perforated book--buy and sign and tear apart-- and come whatever wills all chances the stub remains an ill-pulled tooth with a ragged edge. Some words live in my throat breeding like adders. Others know sun seeking like gypsies over my tongue to explode through my lips like young sparrows bursting from shell. Some words bedevil me.
Love is a word, another kind of open. As the diamond comes into a knot of flame I am Black because I come from the earth's inside now take my word for jewel in the open light.
~Audre Lorde
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Tuesday Afternoon
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Thu Jun-11-09 02:17 AM
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1. I am just an old chunk of coal |
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but I am going to be a diamond one day.
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Thu Jun-11-09 12:56 PM
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Wow, does that ever change how I see coal...
This is wonderful, evocative, breathtaking!
It makes me dream of words I may one day write...
Thank you!
:applause: :applause:
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