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Sisyphus (a news report):

To lift the weight
he met her

For coffee London 9am

and because it was simpler not to ask
he let her speak

Feverishly they smoked
as church bells rang
Feverishly they smoked
shielded by the rain

Amidst the cacophony of silences
so many silences bid to less than sound

She in her untarnished northern marsh
he in a low whisper of a north London tongue

They swallowed the black liquid
and were gone...

As they swallowed the bitter poison
the soft background tone on the radio
described an IRA incendiary device

As church bells rang...

Sisyphus felt his heart pause
and then thunder
batter through his chest
his back stiffen
head feeling weighty again
neck muscles pulling against
the natural inclination to look up
to gaze into a woman's eyes

hot alcoholic breath from a night spent drinking
she said his eyes were possessed
he said food hadn't passed his lips
for forty hours like forty days

As church bells rang...

Mother of two deceased

She asked him to make love to her
"I would have your baby if love permits"
"I have food" she said

He lit a candle for Charlotte today

Sisyphus mounted on her palm a kiss
and arch hand naked

As church bells rang...

"We'll pay for this someday"  he said
She shook him through to the place that was home
there sleeping in the dream of love making
in the palace of her that was home.
two vertual strangers

"I want to die alone inside you" one of them said

As church bells rang...






































— Dalton, Apr 18, 2010

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About the Author

Country/Region: The Celestial River

Favorite Poets: Shane MacGowan, Dylan Thomas, Qays ibn Al-Mulawwah, Wallada bint al-Mustakfi, Rumi, Khalil Gibran, Yona Wallach, Arthur Rimbaud, Paul Eluard, Brendan Behan, James Clarence Mangan, William Blake, Tom Waits, Charles Bukowski, Forough Farrokhzad, Thomas Chatterton

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Ravenshakti

Ravenshakti

16 years 1 month ago

Hello John...

A new favorite of mine...of yours. Simply sublime... Raven
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Dalton

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Raven

Yes, well its still i'm afraid a work in progress. I'll probably be years adding a line to this one, even though it speaks of time some ten years ago. john x
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Dalton

15 years 11 months ago

Love Will Remain My Master

Love Will Remain My Master: I promised you I'd disappear in five minutes without a place to go? the rain still sheeting in the streets no place of refuge anywhere? The city's coffee bars define boredom, where shall I embark on my own? when you are the sea the sails and the journey Is it possible for me to stay another ten minutes till the rain stops? It's certain that I'll depart after the clouds move on and after the winds abate Otherwise, I shall remain your guest until morning. (Nizar Qabbani (1923-1998)- On Entering the Sea)
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pleiades

16 years 1 month ago

i’m not entirely sure why,

i'm not entirely sure why, but this put me in mind of 'the unbearable lightness of being' you say this is a change of style... i think this is a style that suits your pen beautifully interesting opening 2 lines...they immediately grabbed my interest to read on. smart analogy re him lifting the weight in relation to sisyphus being condemmed to roll the boulder uphill for all eternity i like the connection between the radio on, and the title...clever the whole scenario, and its back-ground happenings are so interesting. i really like your descriptors and your turns of phrase. the more i read this, the more i like it. from "Sisyphus mounted on her palm a kiss" i found it very beautiful. those last lines just add something extra special a wonderful, evocative write, that is full of sound and imagery. love it, love the style cheers p.
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Dalton

15 years 11 months ago

I did see the film

I did see that film, and read the book, I've read all of his books, and love them, I think I prefer "Immortality". I suppose my personal mythology is alittle fragmented, in that it sometimes merges with what I have read in the past, well especially in the past. I'm trying to distance myself from what I love. If you understand me. Thankyou for the compliment. Pleides, incidently beautiful name.
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

16 years 1 month ago

sisyphus

John The title drew me with curiosity. The reading on I could not stop to see the result A northern tryst I see I love the blend of textures so dreamlike Whislt lost in each other of their inner self their heart racing fluids flowing overtaking the real world letting their senses overtake. Then the back ground sounds of the radio bringing them back. This is evocotive steamy even I hope i have understood this. Give me more Electric Blue
Seren

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Dalton

What else can I say but sublime poetry ... thats two tonight and its been a good start to a Neopoet week ... and your write just added to it ... loved this one love and hugs JayCee Quote:- It is a thousand times better to have common sense without education than to have education without common sense.---Robert Green Ingersoll
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Dalton

16 years 1 month ago

thankyou to all who read my

thankyou to all who read my poem, especially Blue, interpret the words anyway you will. it's half created by the reader as much as the writer. if you know what i mean. love to you all john
Morgana Tragic Proprietress

Morgana Tragic…

16 years 1 month ago

What a stunning story and a

What a stunning story and a beautiful write, very well done. Normally repetition of a line gets annoying, but in this case it was a subtle pause in the interaction between the people in the poem. Just a couple spelling errors- cacophany = cacophony and noerth = north. This could almost be turned into a short story if it weren't so magical as a poem. Could definitely expand on it in a short story though! Peace
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Dalton

16 years 1 month ago

thankyou very much for your

thankyou very much for your input but i don't really have the talent, or maybe patience for prose. your comments were well founded, i must go back and correct those mistakes. john x