Paper.
Accosted. Risen out from reach
The
current flows as events spiral still above
The
once proud oak, still noble but now harassed
By
“simpler things.”
The
pig flesh boils in a chaotic bath of oily composite
Milk
spills unto still splotched decanters that
Pour
quick and calm, into stems stained green,
Washing
down the freshly charred…now, crispier than it’s ever been
Acidic
scowls overflow. Rise the gullet…sear
the throat
Hacking
ciphers unto words. morse(l) code(s)
collide(d)
Forever
tainting the taste of touch. Ever altering
the emotions
Found
in another’s touch. Paint spilt imaging
blends to stir the ocular
Doors
shut quiet, yet sounding out aloud, lost birds chirp sweet and low, while never
truly finding an individualization of song.
Fluttering in the rain, a magnificent elder tree is not necessarily the
safest branch under the sun.
Pronouncements,
through incessant vibrations, emanate from mostly hollowed hills, concealed,
like all their secrets buried under, down within—like chasms containing untold
tales—readily reemerging, but only when adaptation can be readily understood by
all facets of man
Over at D'Verse, for Meeting The Bar, Claudia is leading a poetic exploration into impressionist poetry. Stop on by, read the interesting topics the poets have explored and while you're there, why not try your own hand at some impressionist poetry and then share it with the other poets at D'Verse.
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this has a very impressionistic feel to it..and for me mostly because of the mood it leaves me in...esp. loved...like chasms containing untold tales—readily reemerging, but only when adaptation can be readily understood...
ReplyDeleteSome powerful imagery all through this Fred. 'Pig flesh boils' made me want to go yuck... (being mostly vegetarian) 'Fluttering in the rain a magnificent elder tree'
ReplyDeleteYes, some lovely imagery.
snap...that second stanza was almost too vivid for me...(ok so that is probably not possibel but know it shook me a bit) the second line of it has and intense truth in it that i hope is not missed and plays well with the first line of it...
ReplyDeleteYou have mixing colors and images all swirling and turning. It's quite impossible to tell what is real when everything seems to an illusion. They seem most unpleasant in sensation.
ReplyDelete"a magnificent elder tree is not necessarily the safest branch under the sun."
ReplyDeleteThat is really cool.
A moment caught up in the words you paint, surely you didn't taint. Although I admit I was waiting at the start for paper to beat rock at your cart hahaha and pig flesh blah to me, but the cat would eat with glee.
ReplyDeleteThis has that 'too much light' blurr that so many Impressionists made eloquent, Fred--and your unconventional images and language make for a very distinct feel. I especially liked the complexity of the arrangement here:
ReplyDelete"..Acidic scowls overflow. Rise the gullet…sear the throat/Hacking ciphers unto words. morse(l) code(s) collide(d)..." great use of the parentheses.
Fred, I love the images here and one of the strong point, for me, is your choice of verbs. Nice.
ReplyDeleteinteresting, the themes in this are very similar to what i chose to put in the pot for this prompt. especially this part:
ReplyDeletePronouncements, through incessant vibrations, emanate from mostly hollowed hills, concealed, like all their secrets buried under, down within—like chasms containing untold tales—readily reemerging, but only when adaptation can be readily understood by all facets of man
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