Whiten

Whiten

A Poem by CH Archive

 





Whiten



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    I triple, an ocean blue-bodied,

            A darkness visible. My head weird

            Dear woman, you’re my old back,

            My absent collarbones, my skin-sheered.

 

            Let our morning be snuffed under fat,

            Its juice squeezed, our thirst quenched.

     "My dear friend", I ask -- half-assed?

            Let our smells, teeth and souls whiten.

 

                                       

© 2013 CH Archive


Author's Note

CH Archive
A return.


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A request from a pre-cooked animal??, who wants to pale -out with a female??, for Thanks |Giving?, unlike the other birds who roast until golden brown?, only to be consumed, who knows, the mind wonders.....your story is quite bewildering yet most intriguing.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I like the concept of squeezing the juice from a fat morning, though it has a mourning feel it also feels like a longing for the days once pristine, like white, like snow, once a skin , teeth, souls a sullied can they be white washed again? can there be a return to innocence? to fleece?

Posted 12 Years Ago


All white things in nature are hard except sea foam, which isn't really white. I like this bit, especially the juicing concept. Nice.

Posted 12 Years Ago


sure makes you want to read between the lines. very cryptic. great job.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I don't really know if I love the poem or the song you put with it because they fit so well. :) They are both wonderful but it helped that I love this song, right?! :D Anyways, keep it up! Loved this. It was beautiful and dark at the same time. The beauty in darkness is always a way to go. At least... that is how I took this poem. IDK how it was meant, but this was my view :P Keep writing

Posted 12 Years Ago


great piece..it's a nice write to analyse and think of it...isn't it ?
nice;y penned once again...words're powerful indeed.

Posted 12 Years Ago


It feels a little like the storm blew through the window and left the broken glass on the floor. hi Cole, welcome back.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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talking about coming back! .... pretty clearly you've done an excellent comeback..
again you spoke in riddles that make your work really profound...


Posted 12 Years Ago


Talking about new start, resurfacing from a long absence? Yeah I feel the like sometimes. Women are great with giving new life or energy to, as in 'energizer':) That's a great usage. Overall, this one is a kickeass kick-start:) Brilliant as always Cole.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This was a chilling write, Cole. The eerie music really lent a great deal to the overall presentation. This gave me chills!

Dear woman, you’re my old back,

My absent collarbones, my skin-sheered.

I loved those two lines...

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on June 15, 2013
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