a dripping cauldren,
fired from the green slime dried
from an august pond, devoid
of fowl or fish,
walkers on the water,
nothing amiss,
Quiet in this mist,
just a dawn we missed,
after sleeves rolled
against
the coming of the dark.
Easy. easy to let go,
join Macbeth. medea with sword in bath
and bloody breast. Easy.
An easy chore.
climbing the ladder with the trowel,
another layer of denial,
the bubbling broth reproduced for you.
I knew them all by name.
and cheap, a candle's flame,
Could you match Medea's Love?
and shove the children through,
for Beauty? Easy.
Easy, Macbeth with that daggar in the dark.
stumbling in the hall.
muttering to the wall.
and rise and fall, call for her or not at all,
Name the thing but do not call it wine
or be frightened by it all,
the children lie in different attitudes.
and she on bended knee offers you the sword,
sword bloody sword, Macbeth.
Now, can you accept it all?
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Written August 17th, 2003
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"the children lie in different attitudes.
and she on bended knee offers you the sword,
sword bloody sword, Macbeth.
Now, can you accept it all? " That is my favorite part of the poem. It is so in your face, powerful! I love it! Im starting to think youa re getting better!
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very well written indeedy.... I love it.
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'after sleeves rolled
against
the coming of the dark.'
reminds me of just getting down and dirty...
having to dive into this work...while feeling blind
I am soo with judas on the write...
one of your ones... I will remember
the rythm.. flow... kept me in it really well!
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Hard to go past Judas for a great assessment of this piece. I agree with his thoughts on this..
I enjoyed the tone you took with this, and the old world you weave into it.
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Very good flow and rhyme. I don't know how I got out of it, but I don't remember reading Macbeth in High school. So I miss alot of the allusions. But they certainly seem interesting.
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Myrataal is sighing.
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hehe .. I hate to do any copy/pasting but .. I really really liked
"Easy, Macbeth with that daggar in the dark.
stumbling in the hall.
muttering to the wall.
and rise and fall, call for her or not at all,
Name the thing but do not call it wine
or be frightened by it all,"
It sounded kind or like a rap or something .. I don't like rap in general, but it had the same beat, the same melodic flow. And I'm not sure I've quite seen a poet other then the bard approach this particular exploration into the insanities of the human mind. It's quite impressive both in magnitude, and in the structure. You've got some nice repeating themes ("Easy") that tie it all together in the end.
Just thought I'd add .. if you get the chance, you should download Manau's "La Tribu De Dana" .. it's a great song, and I think you might like it alot .. (You should look up the lyrics for it, too .. might have to translate at freetranslation.com if you can't speak French, though)
^_^ Thanks for posting, per usual! It's always a pleasure! -
I'm impressed indeed. What a weave you have here, great imagery, your words carry impact, leave their mark.. wonderful poem, rich with presence. I think I'll be reading more of your work.
~ becky
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Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Great piece and I thank you for it. I loved every word.
Edited on Aug 20, 2:34 p.m. because 'Hmph'.
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