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Christine Ueri Jul 2012
how soft the clouds
that touch my feet
as I search for Ignis

Ignis
in the rotting leaves

how cold the soil
against the walls of my lungs
as I dig for Ignis

Ignis
and the Sun

how tight the girdle
around my waist
of roots and earthworm ribbons
as I dig for Ignis

Ignis
displaced

how heavy the dirt
that clings and crushes
skeletal ribs, fingers
clawing clumps and crusts
as I dig for Ignis

Ignis
in the rust

how fine the bone meal
that dissolves in droplets
of sweat in aquifer
as I seep to Ignis

Ignis
and breathing
Christine Ueri Jul 2012
Heartbeats
in a ring of red roses
breathe
mist to the perfume of petals
swirling
blood speckles to the taste
of teardrops
in tongues.

Truth cuts through rot
when feeling
naked iron.
Christine Ueri Jul 2012
Heaven

. . .  Have Mercy . . .

Rest, rest, rest, for ye be none,
pitiful Fallen One.


Quivering bows flow over grave strings
bassoons and basset horns ring
pounding timpani’s announce:
Master of the Holy Choir
- -  Renounced - -
Vain, fluttering heart
sublimely denounced, scorned;
fouled, ousted:
Horned.

Wailing strings, bassoons,
basset horns, thundering kettle drums
lift angelic voices to glorious requiem.
Pleas for Eternal Light’s remain
in wings refrain.
Heavenly Chorus' cradle to sustain,
mercy to soften
disdain.

The Holy Oracle contests --
to no avail.
Siblings’ choir protests.
Beauty beyond measure,
Angel of pure, Divine tessitura,
Absolution for Thee?

Foretellers of dark illusion
open Holy Scriptures to reveal
the drone of Eternal Damnation:
trumpets of ill
drag Thee to Hell.

Deep, ephemeral rhythms
exalt dancing strings,
seal destinies -- Kiss The Almighty King.
Glory be unto His Majestic Reign,
Will Supreme,
Tremendous,
Powerful, Holy Being.

Scribes record,
recite this dreadful day,
condemn Thee: Fallen One.
trumpets lament, strings mock
this unholy, forbidden way.
Bows flutter -- a memoir
of redemption.

Cries of confusion
dissipate  
into muffled choirs,
murmurings
of deliverance.
Delicate chants
beg for forgiveness;
a Soul’s salvation, fusion.
To no avail!

Turbulent strings strike the Holy Duel
in wrath, writhing hatred,
majestic wings tumble --
twist to wrenched ******.

Death devours, Birth becomes
the Fallen One.


Angelic dissolution --
distraught, agonized Ethereal,
Eternally beautify
these ghostly, trembling
winds, strings, harpsichord, drums.
Voices of brotherhood remembered,
cushion Angel’s earthly descent.
Breathe into infantile genius
heavenly symphonies
to sweeten a life
trapped, scorned,
condemned,
mourned

Love of God: Amadé
16/02/2012

Inspired by Mozart's Requiem.
Christine Ueri Jul 2012
desolate mountain
echoing the majestic:
eagle’s lonely cry
02/03/2012
Christine Ueri Jul 2012
her umbrella
unfolding in the rain --
my flower gift
Christine Ueri Jul 2012
the sun rises
through rough, bare branches
as the ice melts . . .

limbs quiver the covers
in your embrace
4/5/4  6/4
Christine Ueri Jun 2012
I wanted to write you  

beautiful

words.

Instead,

I found myself

living them.
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