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orgami
Dec 25, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Cardboard Princess



frozen night lair
as she sits with cold hands
brushing the lengths of love
that glean and spill

poised on the satin cover
frayed on chipped birch
hardwood

the mirror's cracked but whose
looking back
the emerald sullen
flash is still there

scuttled in perfect beautiful
shades
whille coctails of colour huddle
in the wooden cage slip
of drawers

she keeps the empty diary
she keeps the
corrections
cold cream and compacts

loves memories consumed
in firebox torch
the housecoat flutter in the
bitter wind

gasoline and wooden safety
match
here are the moments to
hold       the world is a monster
tearing apex drawbridges

flames and black red ashs
like dying roses climb

the throne of pain
clings like a sharp blade
beneath the flesh of feeling

and the brushstrokes are
years falling
the wicked queen
the failed king

beyond the courtyard where
curled limbs scratch the
dust of dusk riding

there is a cold white moon
free filling rooms of
aching need

the shadows whimper
when the lights turned
out

She counts the stars
in her broken mirror

and a wolf howls in the
stolen silences

— orgami, Dec 25, 2009
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sha_onarainyday

16 years 5 months ago

Orgami-Very moving piece. I

Orgami- Very moving piece. I feel you've really pinpointed something intangible and sad about being a woman. Something once hopeful, now lost. Something a woman loses with age. This is my favorite stanza: she keeps the empty diary she keeps the corrections cold cream and compact i'm sad now, bravo, sha
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orgami

16 years 5 months ago

think like a woman

i sometimes think I think like a woman or decision making I mean I was raised by women My brother did the fishing and hunting with father mother kept me close and I have always served women in some way or another this is about the point where I have seen peoples lives having watched and been in many lives since youth and Hope was not lost in any but compromises and some things were refound and kept but thank you for the kind observations Sha!
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 5 months ago

It must never end this Feast of Steven

Oh where do I begin or end I never wish it to end as one gets into the poems you write we wish them never to end, on and on continually grasped by your visions of descriptive innuendo, ricocheting about the rooms, the landscapes, the sky the air the sea, we rock and dive and jive through the oil, the satins, the frayed riven wood splinters, the smooth red lipstick writings, the perfumes of the old compact powder holder shining mirrored memories, the longest straw in the foxes lair on a moonlit night, oops into her drawers slips her slip in pastel tints the dressing gown hanging on the pole like a scarecrow, the dying roses climbing( WOW I LOVE THAT) I have some photos of shrivelled up roses they are so very very beautiful in their death, the flesh of feeling (oy) "The cold white moon free filling rooms of aching need" superb, whimpering shadows whine the lights turned out AAAOOOOOOW in the stolen silence. No we don't want it to stop it must go on forever and ever and ever. Orgami.
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orgami

16 years 5 months ago

Ann

such an eye Such an artist you can promote beauty in all you have this flair and way that stretchs beyond mere illumination there is great insight in your teachings those lucky school charges some people are thick which is their purpose I suppose and there are those like you whom ignites imagination in ways beyond the norm we all have gifts and yours is incredible these comments are rich delicasies crafted of hardy material these are the talismans I talk of hardy enough for sea voyage when the oars work and the sails rest (ha my viking heritage via the scot and ojibway blood mixing) my bi polar ignition mind cranking over must get ready and go to a meeting thank you Ann
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 5 months ago

You wonderful poet 'Red Indian' wolf,

Oh Orgami, I have to log in to say something to this comment, but what? Dette er en hyllest som mä fä et svar. Men hva? Thank you, you wonderful poet 'Red Indian' wolf, we hear your howls in the dark of the night, and are in the wonderland of YOUR dreams, seeing and hearing, all senses sharpened to the unexpected and the observant eye can put itself into you eyes and see the 'art' in all it rests upon. Yes my mother Maisie, being a Froebel-small child teacher, and her parents again teachers (maths), my sister a teacher of physical education (must say it thus!!!), my father telling us continually about scientific finds (master of many things too), a living encyclopaedia, his sister an superb artist, poet and drama teacher, his other sister a poet and wife of a classical music conductor/pianist, we have some rum genes that have flung a tiny bit of their wisdom my way and my funny little brain has sometimes managed to forage it out and express it, before now, very little. Being shy and quiet in conversations in the past, but here, I am alone with no criticism over my shoulder at ALL I do, so I have been suddenly able, for the first time to explore the dust laden attics of my own brain and been astonished that there was so much unused, yes it takes me by surprise too, like magic! I feel free to express all as I wish, here among you and that is so wonderful. I was helped by individuals here specially, they know who they are, and with that freedom what-it I may even shock you, perhaps I have already. No? That is to say I think I have even shocked myself, my father born in Victorian England...well....!!!! Well now look what you've done, dragged out all those rags of past happenings and made me say too much...perhaps...'scuse I? Love to you and all poets here, you all have that special something that makes a poet, that seeing beyond the surface into the heart of things and ideas making this life richer to think in. Thank you all. With love to you Steven, and all poets. Ann "Red Indian" calling you that only has an incredibly romantic ring to it, for me I do not wish to offend!!
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lyz

16 years 5 months ago

Bloody hell

Away for a little and so far between you and Anna, I have been left stunned. Great poems guys. Be proud Orgami. Love Lyz. This of yours is my fave now. XX
Seren

Seren

16 years 5 months ago

Congrates on the spotlight O

Congrates on the spotlight O beautifully done love and hugs Jayne Edit was so taken by your poem forgot your stars sorry ...
theladyblue

theladyblue

16 years 5 months ago

Beautifully Broken

such a beautiful tangle... <3 Emarie ___________________________________________________________________________________ "i read you and see…that between the pen, paper and you…there is little room for me…" ~ heart breaker~ Go Live & Get Rewarded!!! Check us out at http://www.neopoet.com/forum/20761 & the Community Calender!!!
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orgami

16 years 5 months ago

Emarie!

the title is taken from one of your poems if not maybe the whole thing It startled me then your poem I loved it so and still do you have this complexity I completely did not evolve too until recent so the poem is a graft of your ideas this one would not have been written without you or your beautiful poetess mind and telling Thank You Emarie!
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 5 months ago

understanding ...yes definatly

The comments that have come before me have summed up so much For me I love the way these lines come together and cold in fact could be a stand alone sentiment. there is a cold white moon free filling rooms of aching need and a wolf howls in the stolen silences Your mother nurtured your understanding well Seabhac
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orgami

16 years 5 months ago

Mother

so many issues about mother and yet I see its everything the fear the approval control wow and yet yes She did teach me things of which I would not understand then I am such a slow learner oblivious for the most she did what nature does taught me and then went on her own it makes sense now Seabhac you have just opened a door for me thank you ever so greatly!
Bonitaj

Bonitaj

16 years 5 months ago

Orgami !

You are indeed the Poet Laureate of Neopoet! Excellent piece oh Master! Bonitaj
deelilah

deelilah

16 years 5 months ago

Hello Orgami

Hello Orgami, You look cold in that picture. I'm not sure what I enjoyed most, your excellent poem, or the discussions that came after, beautiful all of it. I will choose these lines as my favorite: 'the mirror’s cracked but whose looking back the emerald sullen flash is still there' Those eyes must be green. Because of your title, I could find images about manikins, or window shopping, or perhaps wax sculptures of a vintage age. Very nice, spotlight well deserved. Deelilah
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

16 years 5 months ago

Immediately you gouged a familiar forlorn space at the centre of

Ah, a fantastic treat to my rare visit here to find this wonderful spillage of treasures. I can never think of appropriate expletives in response to the power your work has on me, makes me just want to mouth singular powerful swear words, because nothing else could express the strength of the wonder I feel. Immediately you gouged a familiar forlorn space at the centre of my understandings with these lines...so well crafted... frozen night lair as she sits with cold hands brushing the lengths of love that glean and spill So many brilliant lines Steven, bless dear Ann, I didn't have time to read all that she wrote, but I feel certain I would agree with full & overflowing heart. I would love to see your mind in film, it would be exquisite I think, a visual fluid version of your poetry... You have such skill, a wonderful Solstice gift, thank you... & my best wishes for your new year Steven, stay warm. Cheers Anni~ "To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." ~William Shakespeare, Hamlet.
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orgami

16 years 5 months ago

arthouse

the latest pic is splendid muse colours shadows and me making you want to swear powerfuly is a wonder "gouged a familiar forlorn space" ... my god but such reflection I am always refreshed Anni at such spirit world is still savage and dark and villagers fill it with light and song I still have hope and Im warm Thank you Anni
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orgami

16 years 5 months ago

All this time later.........

what may occur today may come out later years months days think of your name see your face and it will click into place in meaning cyclic of course circles intersection and ecliptic ovids etc anyway I am here to say that EMARIES poem that I read way back in August/October is where this direct influence come from there is a complete stark depth to it that I missed in her poetry for a year straight only now reading it again can i see it and had adapted it into my own creation So its very Neo to have the work recognized but half of this is from another poets efforts So great the workshop is here Sextons letters Im still reading through contain much from the sixties about poets and poetess's borrowing such themes and matters and we have such exciting and different times for us as poets I am grateful to be a part of this and Duly Thank my influences!
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orgami

16 years 3 months ago

scrawled in the pall

listening to dark lyrical the music in loop this is the last great remark poem the end of the era 2007-2009 what can be said in the mystery encounters that blaze in too intensity of scatter broken in the beautiful shatter "I have told you things.." yes now there is silence like the empty reciever connection

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