Seven Dreams, here is one: axiarchism is a fool's game -
A child is raped, viciously, and killed in the forest.
Her body is devoured by wolves and her remains scattered beneath a tree.
Strengthened by her rich nutrients, flowers and mosses flourish
And sway in the wind, and kiss the tree.
A woodsman, walking one day in the forest, looking to chop wood
(for he is a woodsman), stops by the old tree - and pisses cheerfully
On the flowers, saying:
"It is a good day to be alive."
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The moral of the story...
Author notes
Axiarchism - the view that values rule or explain the natural order. Things are as they are because that is the way they ought to be. More generally, any view that sees the unfolding of events as subject to a moral causality is a species of axiarchism. See, eg., 'karma'
Please tell me what you think, honest though::
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You know what this poem is like? This poem is like rocket-pimpslapped in the face by the Truth. I mean this with the utmost seriousness.
Really, though, one wonders - there's a moral here, to be sure. Something to be learned from a piece like this, a piece which is so unabashedly unpleasant to we who want to believe that everything has a purpose - a belief you are evidently not very fond of. But what do we learn from a piece that appears to be saying that nothing necessarily means anything? As much as I'd like to believe that you're not just blasting us with cynicism, all this seems to say is that sometimes bad things just happen, for no reason other than that this is a bad world. Is that it, my friend?
I suppose it was well-written - although comments of this nature seem irrelevant, as this is essentially like prose, and I'm not going to insult you by congratulating you on being adept in the use of the English language. Something tells me you didn't write this for the purpose of lyrical craftiness, if you see my point.
Sorry for not commenting more recently. I have been busier than I expected and considerably more out-of-reach; long weeks spent away from home have made it difficult to get here.
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I am speechless.
The first part is so raw it's poetic, and I absolutely love the imagery. Although it's very sad(ish) I love it.
It's possibly one of the most beautiful things that I've ever read.
Wonderful.
I even love the authors notes.
But God that first stanza just hits me in the face with brilliance.
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Reality
You speak of life and death as though it is a forgone conclusion and a cycle that continues... and of course you are right for a time, until death is no more and until time is no more.
You have employed a dramaticly sad disaster to illustrate your point. Once the girl was dead, it mattered not what transpired with her body. I love the idea that the tree was strengthened by her flesh' nutrients and that flowers and mosses grow.
... then the woodsman urinates on that growth, taking us back to the unpleasantness of her death. Shocking and certainly a negative outlook by enlarge.
Brilliantly and captivatingly and thought provokingly written.
Vivienne.
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poetry? hmmmm ...
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The flowers growing at the spot of desecration could be indicative of the spirit of the child growing in essence still with nature within the continuum of life,death and re birth.
The woodsman urinating on the flowers is unpleasant imagery but,and this is pivotal,it is done without malice as he has merely stopped to answer a call of nature whilst being unaware of the unmarked grave that gave growth to the flowers.
"It is a good day to be alive" has a positive resonance but the duality of one human being alive within this and so cheerful seems almost sacriligous with regard to his location.
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wow. i must say that this is a very weird write....i don't know maybe it's just me but i figured since it was in the feature section and i clicked on it i owed you a comment.
be well and be blessed
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Oh God!This is so sad!
You wrote it with so much feeling though, and I enjoyed every bit of it.
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