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White Sunday 310: confirmed I admit
I am weary
and the cold iron wears grooves
in the flesh of my back and arms
but I am
committed
confirmed to a religion
sworn to a passionate quest
no matter
in moments
when the sun is hidden
I will still believe in the light
and the night
will pass by
as I wait for you, as promised,
as requested, my faith tested
and tasted
not wasted
for even if as paramour
in bare bones left as artifact
I endure
never sure
but always so certain
that this is where I belong

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.White Sunday 310: confirmed by *williamfdevault

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rusting the playground lays flat
as the rust overtakes the bars
and spires
the metal posts and chains
reverting to rust and crust and dust
the children long

gone

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.rusting by *williamfdevault

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White Sunday 309: apogee the high side of the arc
parking orbit for the obit of my doubts
I am well and even though
from time to time the cold and rarefied atmosphere
is not what I had hoped
I have learned to cope
with the elliptic of your moods
trusting for no better reason
than you asked me to
staying when I feel alone
straying...never
because I am not afraid
ever
because eventually
gravity reasserts itself
and the fiery reentry
is all the Promethean glory
I will ever need
knowing that it is you
I orbit around
whether I die tonight
or in a hundred years
your name will be
the last in my lips
and the first in my heart
even in the cold womb ofWhite Sunday 309: apogee by *williamfdevault

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warm caramel the cracked curve of a childhood toy
found years after it escaped notice
and slid and hid
behind the old dresser
so massive it hasn't been moved
since before the modern age

sharp plastic
unfaded by sunlight
unjaded by the night
when promises were meant
to be broken
like the once treasured toy
rediscovered
with a faint nostalgia
and enthusiasm
like the taste of warm caramel

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.warm caramel by *williamfdevault

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canniboli after the hollowing
following the sound
down to the bottom of the well
and finding
silence
a mirror in a dark room
reflects only the dream
patience
strength without fulcrum
a wasted pavonine display
played out
until the cloying night
raises disturbing questions
of mortality

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.canniboli by *williamfdevault

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an appreciation of her mother you could not have known
how you would transfigure my life
and, indeed, the world,
with the gift you gave

life

messy, imperfect
sometimes loud and rebellious

life

to the woman that I love
and that the world, in its own way,
loves
and I just wanted to make sure
that you were shown proper respect
and gratitude
for so great a gift
so great a

life

(conceived within you
nourished by your body
raised under your protection and direction)
that words fail me as I try
helplessly, hopelessly,
to express my thanks
I will never write a poem
or turn a phrase
as full of grace and hope
as what you gave the world

William F. DeVaulan appreciation of her mother by *williamfdevault

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White Sunday 42

Aug 17, 2010, 7:39:36 AM by *williamfdevault
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Traditional Fixed Forms

You shivered at the cold and thought the room
would be empty on your return, iron
headboard still cold and hard and your bridegroom
gone, a sea of insecurities, dawn
and midnight, stolen in a promised kiss
that would never come.  But I kept faith, held
on when silence roared for I would not miss
this consecration for life or withheld
my love for doubt.  You will always find me,
patient if not perfect.  Not only skin
but lambent determination to see
this through with you, to everyday begin
the best I know how, in your heart and arms,
and surrendered to your brave love and charms.

William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.

in response to her poem "Only Skin".

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Apokalypsis

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White Sunday 308: leisure in leisure I write
sometimes
not the burning churning yearning
in and out
orgasm of light and words
but a slower, gentler,
more tender, perhaps,
expression of passion
and affection
that measures control a virtue
and gives me
a sense of wonderment
that you still here
considering my heart
with an excruciating uncertain stare
but, nonetheless,
considering my heart
at your leisure

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.White Sunday 308: leisure by *williamfdevault

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White Sunday 307: wed I married you
while you weren't looking
because love is
not always bilaterally symmetrical.
I took my vows
and now can just wait
and see if you
show up, a little later, to the altar.
it's not that I
expect anything more
than a soft sigh,
profound and perplexed, from you and the world.
I married you
while you weren't looking
because love is rare
and I want you to know where I stand.

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.White Sunday 307: wed by *williamfdevault

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I keep a few sites around the web, aside from places that just have a piece or two of my work. These include:

My original blog, the City of Legends
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My pure poetry blog (with hundreds of works), Amomancer:
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My primary showcase site, with my works, expressed with the art and photography of many DA regulars, williamfdevault.com:
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call for a French voice

3 days, 46s ago by *williamfdevault
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I am looking for someone who can not only verify a translation of my poem "last night" but also provide a reading of it. I am preparing some works for a distribution next week (!) as well as putting together some readings for my friend Conrad Hoyer a/k/a Ophidian, the Dutch techno-trance-rave musician, and would like to do a reading "with" another person doing a line by line response of the same poem in French.

I am on the fence as to whether or not it would be best served by a male or female voice, although the value of the sexual tension of a female voice might add an extra layer to it.

If you have time and have the means (I don't need anything fancy, even a simple Garage Band recording) and the voice and the interest, let me know.

Thanks. The poem itself can be viewed, I believe, at [link]

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William F. DeVault
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I'm a poet. Former ronin, making my way in the world. I don't write poetry. I don't do poetry. I coexist with it, some have even suggested I am poetry.

I can live with that. I have to. Because it is true. And that is what poetry is: Truth.

Favourite genre of music?
---Experimental rock
Favourite photographer:
---Mariya Andriichuk (LadyMartist)
Favourite writer (and editor):
---MK Brake (Miseria-Cantare)
Favourite style of art:
---Surrealist, hyper-realism
Operating System:
---Mac OSX
Skin of choice:
---Hers
Favourite cartoon character:
---Daffy Duck

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~Skwidnewt May 12, 2012 New member

Thank you greatly for both the llama and the watch. It means a great deal to me coming from such an accomplished writer as yourself. I hope I can be worthy of the attention.

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"A picture is worth a thousand words, but a single word can paint a thousand different pictures."

*williamfdevault May 13, 2012 Professional Writer

You are more than welcome, and thanks.

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"I weep the blood of suns for your faint bliss
and would foreswear all others for your kiss."
- William F. DeVault, "White Sunday 225: arbol hru"

~Asvald-Graymane May 1, 2012

Thanks for the watch

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the northewinde fills my hearte again
Withe the flame that miss'd so longe
We're heading northe, heading home
To the shores where we belonge
Njörd's daughters take me home again
To the ones we've left alone
We're heading northe

~ Stormwarrior ~

=CJWilde Apr 11, 2012 Professional Writer

Thank you so much for the

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*williamfdevault Apr 11, 2012 Professional Writer

My pleasure and honor.

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"I weep the blood of suns for your faint bliss
and would foreswear all others for your kiss."
- William F. DeVault, "White Sunday 225: arbol hru"

*monsieurwar Apr 9, 2012 Professional Writer

thx !

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"La métaphysique est en l'air. Nous ne pouvons que l'y laisser."
"Metaphysics is in the air. We can only leave it there."

Georges Clémenceau.

=Wordeea Mar 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

big thank you for the wtach and the llama

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You can live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to live to be a hundred.
- Woody Allen

Formerly known as Pupil-in-Denial

*williamfdevault Mar 21, 2012 Professional Writer

My pleasure and honor.

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"I weep the blood of suns for your faint bliss
and would foreswear all others for your kiss."
- William F. DeVault, "White Sunday 225: arbol hru"

~my-happy-ending2 Mar 17, 2012

thanks for the watch and llama!

~my-happy-ending2 Mar 17, 2012

Do you mind if I print some of your work out and put it on my wall, it is so beautiful!!

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