--recognition, misuse, misreadings--
I'm afraid of,
the carriage, the death, the waiting,
and to you... my poems,
Destroy them, etc.
Feel their weight and
breathe
deeply;
inhale the rising carnage
toxic and suspended and, etc.
colloid, like Jell-O,
like horses heads
pointed towards eternity.
-[m]
(for q)
This is an incredible piece, m.
ReplyDeleteit reminds me of the more european concept of a bonfire--energetic and contained--welcoming the present with the destruction of the past.
your use of rigid poetic form coupled with myriad symbols of naturalistic and realistic word-play further emphasize the afformentioned.
an excellent addition to blog that i hope, as it is, at least partially, alluded to, not your last.
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[y]
I concur with Y that this poem is incredible. You have quite a knack for last lines, M. The last stanze (in context of the entire piece, of course) kind of made my heart gasp, which is awesome. I'm always looking to evoke bodily reactions in readers, and for this, sir, I commend you.
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(k)
Thanks a bunch (k)/[y]. I'm glad you like the last line, but in the spirit of full disclosure, that line is a play off Dickinson (as is poem itself), specifically "[Because I could not stop for death]". The last lines are
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We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
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Different, surely, but the image itself was not mine.
Thanks again. I like being able to evoke bodily functions or actually creating the image I'm aiming for.
-[m]