Stair upon stair of sleeping reptile
& Iridescent prayer scroll
Emerald finger nails grow in
the worst direction imaginable
'gainst slate grey chalkboard
and pink-wrinkled-necks.
Even the powder-blue-sky
has lost its power to ease here.
A dirt brown pipe organ blasts steam & melody
For nobody, but pew upon pew of empty -
- Shoe, and baby girl dresses
I confess with pale lips and cracked hot -
- Voice "I am a dead man walking" upon
other felled men keeping well; next to
widows, and children of a lesser God.
Nimrod, Nirvana, Hades, Hecate
What revenge is worth an underworld?
All, but the best, is saved for last
And I will fast until an emptier man
Can steady no more a bowl, let alone
vague ivory memories swallowed by ebony nights
Of longing; I have the right to remain silent,
And God will I ever.
Bury my own last, next to darker rivers still
And pungent eucalyptus and willow
What sad stones will lean then?
What mountain will cast a better shadow?
Do you think the cricket cares which leg
wears out first under creamed corn stars
And batter whipped galaxies?
Hell (k)-no-(ws), it can't fly, and wouldn't if it could,
but a million years ago opt for a series of jumps
and a rotting log with hollows for a million eyes.
Burnt umber palms bled, and shredded elbow
I have no more time for dreaming than scheming,
But I will gladly trade you your childhood
For another trip across the water
In the mouth of a lying amphibian
Out for poor company and a quick meal.
Author notes
Written November 11th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- No Notice Contest (Impressionistic Dream) by MuddyKing.
300 points, ended November 11, 2005, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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I came back to make sure you won the gold on this one, Jeremi.... I knew you would
congratulations on the win!!!
And now, reading your poem again, only this time after a good nights sleep, it's even more comrehensible than it was last night in my sleepy dilerium (I was totally exhaused and it was close to midnight
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Great job here...so deserving of the gold
Dee
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Congratulations this definatly is deserving of the Gold Trophy in this contest, it was a pleasure to read and get an understanding into the impressionistic mind of a great writer. Great write and congrats again
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Congratulations this piece is excellent and well deserved the gold
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thanks catz, I love you too.
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This reminds me of Picasso's most abstract work.... the visions brought to mind are plopped together, randomly making their mark in the world of dreams.
Excellent work here, Jeremi, as always you intrigue me with your writing, the way your mind works, not that I pretend to fully understand any of it...well, some of it... hell, a LOT of it... but you often leave me wondering just what thoughts and experiences inspired you to write any particular piece....or if indeed they are just random, abstract thoughts.....and besides, I like Picasso
Good luck in the contest
this piece deserves a trophy in my opinion
Dee
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No, but it wrote me off...
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I get the feeling this wrote itself
damn glad it did
Peace Muddy -
Wow, I could take down a few pages of notes regarding the impressions (hee hee) I got from this poem.
The theme running through, about diety and faith, empty shoes and chances at childhood, going the distance and doing it all again if given the chance was a lot to digest, but a real warm belly full.
Beautifully written. -
very well written
This was quite an experience. I think you are so talented and it astounds me. All of the words you use and the whole mood you create here is so great. I really enjoyed reading this.
etherealforu
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I am in utter awe for this poem. This is really really really excellant and very descrpitive i love these kinda of poems!!!
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ThisThis is truly greatness on a computer screen, but wait! It is not from the screen, but directly from your heart. That is how deep this poem is! I loved it...and the last line IS CLASSIC....though, I don't share ^^^^ love for the first stanza, though, that 1st stanza alone is better than EVERY single stanza I have written!
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Let me just say... thank you. Thank you for saving me from the crap (for the most part) that I've read surfing the feature box to get points for a contest I want to hold. I'm eternally greatful, and now, do believe, I shall sell my soul to you as payment. Okay, so it's slightly used, and there's a no refund policy, but you might make some use out of it. Loved the first stanza, especially, and the last line was scrumptous.
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