erebus
a million million shades of gray
swim between the land and sky
absorbing every detail into mist
many-jointed shoulders hunch
hulking up against the dome
to scatter shadows out across the earth
amorphous legs traverse the realm
labored with colossal strides
gaping forth an omnipresent maw
and in its belly rumbles deep
the acids of uncertainty
which churn the world into obscurity
calling
laid with crumbling asphalt rock or dirt
a rarely traveled path meanders far
across the scapes of possibility
beneath the canopies of ponderosa
along the stony course of waterways
amid the yawn of jagged desert peaks
the way of freedom weaves by dusks and dawns
a twisted uroboros colored earth
wrapped across the contours of existence
boiled in the depths of crawling storms
it rises writhing sharply into sight
a tired trail of chance and destiny
presage
colors fold into a distant haze
an open road to somewhere fades from view
lost in many-layered nimbus plumes
long cascading booms convey
a wall of nearing emptiness
which sucks the long horizon from the mind
this narrow road unfolds and turns
to meet the turbid banks of doubt
which cling to every curve along the way
weary legs and blistered feet
lurch and falter on the path
yet swing forever onward toward the void
Author notes
to learn more about the trisect: allpoetry.com/column/1780251/all=1
Written July 12th, 2006
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not at all mad. i want you to feel free to speak your thoughts, interpretations, reactions, feelings, and whatever in response to any poem i write or anything i say in our dialogs.
it's interesting that you made another connection to the 'eternal sunshine ...' movie. what's even more interesting is that now that i've reread this poem, a few months removed from when i wrote it, i see so much more in my own words than before. indeed... erebus. perhaps we are erebus. -
Deliciously cold, conjures up images of running through ice, snow and mounds of slate, i think this poem reveals more about you than you realise erin, made me feel thoughtful and sombre, falling softly through a frozen world beyond this one...
im realy sorry but it does make me think of joel and clementine lying on the ice, god im so repetitive! dont be mad!
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I must say your poetry is refined enough to inspire, and inspiring enough to refine! The execution is very detailed and finely structured, though it's a free verse. It's like magic!
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brilliant write.
this kind of write blows me beyond words. amazing
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bravisimo!
wow.The imagery in this piece is unlike that which i have seen here on AP.It reads like a page-turning novel that I wouldnt want to put down.So also seem to find the perfect balance between elaboration and sinking into a descriptive pit which carries to far away from the original piece.This poem was wonderful,and very captivating.I look forward to reading more!
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gooood point on "haunch".
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Another fine write Erin.
Your way of weaving words is magnificent. They coil as readily as uroboros
I hesitate to suggest one of those words is misplaced but I always consider haunch to refer to legs not shoulders. Did you mean hunch?
Jim -
"just don't let anyone ever pin that part of you to the table"...
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Many Praises! Bravo!
I shall comment further....I am on an allowed computer now..lol
If feels like a journey as many of yours do but this one more so.. not so much your life...but your soul...and a soul doesn't measure by time but what it has witnessed and experienced..and if this is a definite fact then that would make you about a 100 years old...lol...in soul years..off the point.
Anyways I praise this for what it represents....your comments in the email about them holding the little boy down from harming himself or others and then hinting at a flashback from your experience in such a situation...metaphoricly speaking you re-routed your rage into a love for writing and expression...just don't ever let anyone pin that part of you to a table.... great write my friend!
KAY
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I love it when that happens... a fresh point of view... Cheers Erin!
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ah, yes. thank you heinze.
you've now allowed me to see more of this poem than i could see before as the writer, and i'm sitting here reading it over with your thoughts in mind enjoying it as if someone else had written it.
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Very interesting tugging of images. I'm almost compelled to close my eyes while reading as they come into "view". The poem seems to mirror the uroboros... devouring itself... yet finds itself reborn, form continuing in form. The three sections are interchangeable... mutable. There is nothing truly "solid" in the entire piece, very much like the true nature of the universe. Again, very compelling.
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Inspiring
Your people? In a way they are .....very much so. Great write... I will comment further when i have more time...i am not suppose to be on this computer...lol.... I love being the first to comment ...lol...bye
KAY
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