EDENBRAY in EXILE – 2* – selfie

‘Edenbray in Exile’ OUTTAKE

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Entangled, overwhelmed, a picture in mezzotint

Dove grey – bordered in the usual way

Of men and women and games they play

Of piano-moods or senseless abandon

Where the wicked transgress and say it is not so

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The leaf-lawn green and sweet, a mothers smile

We don’t only talk in words, language, gestures,

Mock perception or a hand to trace your face

The given moment sentient in the mind’s eye

Not deep or dark but tangled like wool

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And in one moment, mounted on horses

Dressed in flesh, a mountain above easy feeling

We shake ofF the intrigue, guile and terror

And hold each other closer than our mother

Bite, scratch and scrawl passions sanction

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If lonely guilt were left in the darkest room 

And the strangers we become, last years Kodachrome

Lying in a box, a cell of transparency

Every word full, close-ups, vivid pictures

And our honest selves introduced as friends.

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About edenbray

I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray
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