Apocrypha,
in an age of identity
Shifts
the coward into a state of dependency,
Thus
becoming a disciple of anonymuncule’s filth and veil.
For
the nameless little men
Anamnesis
beckons regurgitated fear,
For
he may see the faces surrounding him,
Thus
remembering his own infrahistoria
Visions
of pine
Scintillate
his perversions,
As
anabasis approaches nigh
His
preponderance of though
Travel
murky skies,
Seeking
any causality where,
His
stone shall be composed,
By
anything other than
Amphiboly
Very interesting, Sir. I have to admit I reached for the dictionary more than once ;-) but the piece feels unpretentious with its intellectual tone; rather, well-crafted and intriguing. The length is well-judged too.
ReplyDeleteTight write, Fred! The first stanza is amazing.
ReplyDeleteAnd,
"anything other than
Amphiboly"
is incredibly cool.
I admit I was a tad lost until I looked up the final word, Amphiboly made me not look so absurd..haha. As anabasis came next and I caught on to your play, at least I think. The travels through life the change and rearrange but in the end we are who we are, when we go afar, leaving behind just that and maybe the vision of a cat..haha
ReplyDeletedude i think you spilled a bit of the dictionary on your poem...smiles...seriously about of a quarter of the words would score me massive points in scrabble....smiles. great flow even with big words...
ReplyDeletethis is really cool fred..first..love the title.. prepares the stage perfectly for the poem to come.. and the first two lines bring us into the perfect mood and into kind of a majestic, slow stepped beat which stayed with me through the whole piece..
ReplyDeleteTwo new words for me in this today -- anabasis and amphiboly.
ReplyDeleteSome deep undercurrents in this. Pretty stark and real.