Friday, August 10, 2012

Simpler Things





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.

Not sure what Impressionist Poetry is?  No problem, Claudia's got you covered.  Just read through her excellent feature and you'll be all set to impress.

9 comments:

  1. 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...

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  2. Some 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'
    Yes, some lovely imagery.

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  3. 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...

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  4. You 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.

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  5. "a magnificent elder tree is not necessarily the safest branch under the sun."

    That is really cool.

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  6. 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.

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  7. This 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:
    "..Acidic scowls overflow. Rise the gullet…sear the throat/Hacking ciphers unto words. morse(l) code(s) collide(d)..." great use of the parentheses.

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  8. Fred, I love the images here and one of the strong point, for me, is your choice of verbs. Nice.

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  9. interesting, the themes in this are very similar to what i chose to put in the pot for this prompt. especially this part:


    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

    foam

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