A Gray-Stone Shade

A Gray-Stone Shade

When sweet collapse whispered, uncurled its tongue
down the corridor to kiss me gently in the crook
of my arm with her sucked breath, I gasped;

I drew back and smiled at her silver tongued
shadow. She breathed a sigh as she pressed by.
I was clouded sky and colored a pale goodbye.

She was far too smooth to want an old lame fox
with one eye. My laughter rattled around and
wept down the hall, a boisterous and luminous

call that echoed off the far wall. I closed my eye
and slept as her pale shade came limping my way.
My ashen laughter was retracing another day.

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Nikunj
1. The kiss of a collapse bringing a halt , a pause that makes one gasp in distress . Yet its a kiss that desitny has reserved . 2. One needs to breathe and breed in its passage . Just as the good times do not stay , the pain goes away too. The clouded skies have more than a silver lining behind them . The pain that taught us , has to move on and we the mortals can only bid a pale goodbye .. 3. With pain came laughter too , with lessons come teachings too . The separation from pain makes the laughter rattle and cry sometimes as we have found the path through its core . 4. The love gets to us , it finds its way back to us just to bless and kiss our forhead to give life to the ashen smiles that live to see another day .... Ron you are a master
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RAJ NANDY
Thanks for the explaination Ron ! MAY YOU FULLY RECOVER AND TRACE OUT MANY A DAY ! Best wishes for the Christmas , -Raj
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Sandra Martyres
Indeed the depth of this poem and the brilliant use of the metaphor becomes more apparent after reading your explanation Ron.. In any case this is an awesome write exuding poetic talent. It is good to know that you are recovering well.
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Ron Peat
Willow & frank. I really don't expect many to get the depth of this poem at all. It's about my recent week stay in the hospital due to kidney stones and renal failure of my Rt. Kidney, which has since recovered from 20 percent to 98 percent. Thanx to modern medicine I can now eat a tomato again. The silver tongue is the IV. I'll let you take it from there, I know it's a bit abstract but it is somewhat cosmic nonetheless and a fun one to read. A poet friend//RH Peat
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Ralph L. Jones Jr.
One moving, intricately wrought poem. Sweet collapse whispering, giving you inspiration you certainly didn't want. Laughter weeping. Will have to recommend this one.
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Weeping willow
Nice work,enjoyed this poem:}
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Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
R.H....You are a master at what I like to call the 'ole serpentine wrap-around stanzaic structure. A smattering of the prosaic...and a sprinkling of Free-Verse, and the 2 adding up to 1 work of poetic divinity ! Final (closing) line....effectively simpatico! You are a most talented scribe, my friend! ~FjR~
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