The Soul Breathes

The Soul Breathes

A Poem by Kristallo
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Bjork was more than a mild inspiration for this one.

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Can't you see?
that somber tapestry of whimsy
it's burning in me, my withering edges are
coolly cradling your eye
serenading the pale-lit of dreams

An orchestral fountain of 
light and tragedy
whispering in the pines
freezing the blank warning signs

Signs I ignored before
foreclosure ...
before my cold-cut exposure

Fairy saddles carry my dreams
upon a gale of scintillating star beams
each igniting a beacon of grace in this
otherwise lonely place...

Can you feel it?
In a world so small, still you can hear it
crying in the swayed autumn leaves
dripping from the maw of icicle eaves

I didn't mean to make such a production
of that gray space between us
Back there, I swore a love song you sang
from lips hot with promises
that were too cool to keep.






© 2014 Kristallo



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Dear Kris,

I definitely see a great similarity with you and our Icelandic Björk, she is equally beautifully quirky, and rich in artistic ways as you are, (others would soon adopt all as an assumption for finding it pretty weird,) for I find them strange, this is just a wonderful aspect, because something is only strange if it simply is NOT known for the other. ;)

In your first stanza I felt the cold deserted streets that Iceland is rich, I got a real vision of a yellow road sign/bord with a curved black arrow on it. (your writing is making me see new things) for I love that...

That's why I expressed the arrow on the sign/bord in your next stanza the denial occurs. Perhaps it was a deliberate blind spot. Or just a fantastic mind who can assimilate with one of her favorite artists...

You wording makes a dance by the almost never darkening height frond
The firefly described as the hope I found very symbolic, almost like the northern lights.

You ending gives me chills for I feel that there was almost an out of body experiment, covered with poetic words and skill. Sublime writing my dear friend,

I loved this!

P.s. I listened to my old time favorite, whilst reviewing you

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6KxtgS2lU94


- Elisa

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Like here the use of questions, that give the poem an angry, demanding feeling. Great enjambement, and I like the way you use the stanzaic triplet in the middle. A quality poem that impresses

Posted 4 Years Ago


Kristallo

4 Years Ago

Thank you, Leslie. I'm so glad that you enjoyed it.
truth be told, this is beautiful and I love all the phrases
I get too emotional at night (and sometimes in the morning)
to say anything useful
I doubt my own memory when I wonder if the words "scintillating"
and "beacon" are part of the most recent edit
"Signs I ignored before
foreclosure ...
before my cold-cut exposure"
lines like that get me
I'll just blame how cold this room is and the fact I don't have a better shirt to put on
and rationalize that I'll be back tomorrow
to add more words
I find myself drained by inspiration before it spills out
maybe I have a leak somewhere inside

Posted 4 Years Ago


Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

this may not be my last review on this, but I've read this a few times already and I'll read it agai.. read more
Kristallo

4 Years Ago

The Beatles will bring you closer to me... they're my favorite group. :)
Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

I had a great convo about dogs/cats with an old man at a bar because I played hey bulldog once; I sh.. read more
Hmm. Very mindful and luminious wording it seems to me (with twists). Very, very good! Thank you!!

Posted 4 Years Ago


Kristallo

4 Years Ago

Thank you, Friday! I am so happy that you enjoyed this piece, it humbles me deeply. :)
Dear Kris,

I definitely see a great similarity with you and our Icelandic Björk, she is equally beautifully quirky, and rich in artistic ways as you are, (others would soon adopt all as an assumption for finding it pretty weird,) for I find them strange, this is just a wonderful aspect, because something is only strange if it simply is NOT known for the other. ;)

In your first stanza I felt the cold deserted streets that Iceland is rich, I got a real vision of a yellow road sign/bord with a curved black arrow on it. (your writing is making me see new things) for I love that...

That's why I expressed the arrow on the sign/bord in your next stanza the denial occurs. Perhaps it was a deliberate blind spot. Or just a fantastic mind who can assimilate with one of her favorite artists...

You wording makes a dance by the almost never darkening height frond
The firefly described as the hope I found very symbolic, almost like the northern lights.

You ending gives me chills for I feel that there was almost an out of body experiment, covered with poetic words and skill. Sublime writing my dear friend,

I loved this!

P.s. I listened to my old time favorite, whilst reviewing you

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6KxtgS2lU94


- Elisa

Posted 4 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

:)........

4 Years Ago

;) .......
Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

;-).......
Ahhhh, twas Bjork inspired... Such a mood and setting of shadows that arise upon the reading... Your words move deeply over the mind... all the senses alive with the letters... colors woven around the world, and yes, just like a waking dream. Powerfully voiced and haunting...

Posted 5 Years Ago


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A masterpiece!!!

Posted 5 Years Ago


The flow is like a drum beat to the reader, the heavier the beat the more the words sink in and take effect.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Love questions :) Cheers, thanks for the write.

Posted 5 Years Ago


nice work I was sent by Sethnicity, rhyme scheme is great, and word play even better, enjoyed.

Posted 5 Years Ago


I read this four times consecutively without being able to stop. Even now I want to read it again. This is a true piece of art, Krystal. It is impossible to put into words the plethora of emotions this poem pulls me through. I'm going to stop typing now and immediately put this in my favorites.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Kristallo

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