Monday, April 16, 2012

The Dewy Decibel System


It’s the sound of squishiness
it’s the wild wonder spelled in glass
steam, printed atop the coldly sung surfacing
of freshly coated skin

It’s the carousel of the everyday
It’s the lightning rod ever on display and
burgeoning despite the squalls
of abhorrent screams, seemingly always
attracting dismay

It’s the mystery of order
It’s the conjecture of absolute reimaging
It’s the way a pixel can represent
both a dot as is, or a dot alone without
the foundation of what one day
will be a heart, a home

Of moist collections,
wiggling atop deep green blades and
slushy puddles of childhood exuberance
that sweetly spell out the squishy sounds

10 comments:

  1. I can just see kids playing in squishy mud puddles and having a ball. I remember the joy we would find at 'discovering' life in the grass.
    What a deep but, an altogether lovely read Fred.

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  2. Love the "wild wonder spelled in glass".....and the "carousel of the everyday" especially.

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  3. The carousel of the everyday...a creative way to write about the squishy sounds. I specially like these lines:

    It’s the way a pixel can represent
    both a dot as is, or a dot alone without
    the foundation of what one day
    will be a heart, a home

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  4. Surely bring back moments as a kid where one is not afraid to get wet or dirty and can have fun hopping through the mud puddles. Not as fun now though, nasty mud..haha

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  5. I can imagine a child, in all innocence, mis-hearing the "Dewey decimal system" into the title of this poem, and then traipsing through the enchanted world with that ringing in his mind.

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  6. haha i love squishy sounds...so turn it up to 11...because it is one more than 10...smiles...the carousel of the every day...that is a cool turn of phrase too man...each line of this is like an open door...really enjoyed it...

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  7. Fun and vivid... I especially like-

    It’s the sound of squishiness
    it’s the wild wonder spelled in glass
    steam

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  8. Really evocative write and I like Semaphore's visualization. The lines feel inevitable and yet surprising which empowers them to sing. The music within this one is apparent and I find I hear it, poetry inducing synaesthesia, so very well done!

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  9. Spring is dewy indeed and the verse is dripping with it,Fred--I love the unusual constructions and juxtapositions that give the stanzas such liveliness--I can't pick a favorite line because the competition is too stiff, but there's nothing squishy about this piece except maybe the sound of giggles.

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  10. my children went out yesterday and ran through the sprinkler - bathing suits (or not) enjoying the now, the sun, the grass, and I smiled as their laughter drifted in through the window... the youth are so eager to explore, experience. And then, when teenagers, a bit of danger is always fun to add to the mix...

    Nice write, images.

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