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Thanatos, towards a theory of multiple realities

 

 

“My avarice cooled
Like lust in the chill of the grave.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At the moment of water
I am roots
stretching from the bank
towards the sea.

Heinous criminal feminine
I am the delta into which the sea
intrudes,
I lie across the land
i am green
Another dweller in darkness
The fearsome impact of flames
standing on hind legs
fists taunting the sky
and fire fell

at the judgment of water
in the jeering howl.

Should it be reticent,
the roots curve
grasping;

good bye again
the water pauses
and moves on.

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  • aslanlight
    June 25, 2007
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    I prefer poetry where I as the reader am not the one to do the hard work in understanding it, the author should be the one working at the explanations! Nevertheless you've laid out some stunning imagery and if I took a few days I'm sure I'd find some wonderfully profound meanings so I'm going to give 3 applauds.

    Peace Georgia

    • aslanlight
      June 25, 2007
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      Must just add, I read this because of the title 'multiple realities', I didn't find any!

      And I think I liked it but I don't know why!


  • amaranthine lover gold member
    June 25, 2007

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    beautiful piece
    love the abstraction of things and the beautiful imagery
    so well written
    please keep on writing


  • Ariosto II. gold member
    June 25, 2007
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    Elemental sorta..one of them Flemish cosmic catchall landscapes
    with crows and the Virgin Mary lurking behind every cloud.
    I don't understand you either but like an Edward Hopper painting you set the scene for vivid extrapolations.

    I'm extrapolating right now

  • zara
    June 24, 2007

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    Lute, Lutey, Lute

    Ya know, I don't consider myself a stupid reader . . . oh but maybe that is my delusion??

    I think a way in to this poem might be through the title, and I haven't explored that yet. But as it is, I can't grasp the meaning of this poem. I've tried. I get some images, like the delta, as I live near a very large one, and even a city called Delta (which they say will liquify when the Big One hits - referring to large earthquake, for which we're overdue).

    I don't think you really care if the reader understands or not, but sometimes I'm compelled to let you know when I don't. I know Lisa loves your work, among other aspects, and that makes me work even harder. Maybe tomorrow it will come, when my brain is in a different gear.

    There is definitely skill, craft, music. Just don't know what it says.


  • cvillelisa
    June 23, 2007

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    Is this poem about sex? Just curious.



    DEATH it is about DEATH???? You disappear when you write poems. It is a pretty neat trick or talent or magic. You are no where to be found. You know what that does? Causes the reader - no if the reader is serious enough -- forces them into the words. Which creates a mind picture and which then causes the reader to become part of the words. Fascinating really. How that happens.


    I love At the moment of water

    it BOOMS you right into the scene. Where ya been anyway???? Busy?

    You should really write more. Yup.



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