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A Victorian Home through the Eyes of the Academic

Call the caterer of baked hams and poached souls,
for what are those shuttered window panes
without Sunday brunches? And furthermore,
the garden, with its hyacinths and geraniums,
is bare when lacking the serving of
tea and the presence of woolen cloaks
and Parisian shawls.  Yes, the motion
of the sundial is inseparable from
the rising of the cock's head in the morn,
which is dependent on the swaying
of the kite through delicate air.
The pastel shades of sapphire and amethyst
reflect vaguely onto the emerald lawn,
as the cool characters in the sea's breeze
shine upon waves who's memory can
be sustained only as a state of mind,
rather than a fragment of some actuality.

This is why a night's sleep between crimson sheets
is only possible with the release
of all concepts of metaphor.

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  • individuality gold member
    April 5, 2008

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    a good piece of poetry you have penned - some descriptive imagery used to show detail to your thoughts.

  • myacidwords
    March 2, 2008

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    i loved it. i could almost picture it as a song in a musical. loved the last two lines. it had a great flow and nice use of language. good imagery.


  • Age of Rain
    March 2, 2008

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    Interestingly philosophical. It felt more like a lecturers musings or a speech than a poem...but I liked it. The imagery was effectively executed and the vocabulary intelligent. Well done.


  • Creatress
    February 22, 2008

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    well well well

    "This is why a night's sleep between crimson sheets
    is only possible with the release
    of all concepts of metaphor."
    STRONG ending and the poem was great. Chalk full of gem colored imagery. keep penning and good luck in the contest laxrocks!
    Creatress


  • tnk
    February 22, 2008
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    Excellent

    It is rare that I progress from mild chuckle to audible harrumphs to laughter as I re-read a poem. However, with each reading I encountered something else to pique my interest. I also had to keep reminding myself to re-read the title before I started again. Good job.


  • SpiceRack
    February 21, 2008

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    Fantastic!

    This was a great write, full of tone and imagery that are sometimes difficult to portray in a poem [for me, at least]. I really liked this, especially the last stanza. Good luck in your contest!


  • Elena95
    February 21, 2008
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    wowzaa

    a lot big words
    really strong
    and i like how it set out in a big block
    good write
    bes poem ive read in along time


  • lalainya rising
    February 20, 2008
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    What a spiral!


  • TabbyJoy
    February 20, 2008

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    The tone this poem starts out with was so pompous it made me laugh, Hope that was the intention!! I enjoyed all the imagery towards the end...I could see the vibrant colors.


  • Three Doves
    February 20, 2008

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    Great Write

    Welcome into the AP Family and thank you for posting a fine piece of poetry. Very talented and expressive imagery flawlessly written. Please place Username along with family member preference in with your response to my comment.

    • laxrocks33
      February 20, 2008
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      Uncle Sam?

    • laxrocks33
      February 20, 2008
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      Thank you so much for the nice comments. Sorry about that, I wasn't sure where to post those things.

      Laxrocks33


  • JazzALTernative silver member
    February 18, 2008

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    The poem builds from the renovated catering hall, to the more connected, but peripheral, garden tea party, to the unaffected state of being there - between the sheets - like a dream, but not a dream. The poem's internal connections of how time was kept, for instance, shows how a build-up of knowledge gives weight to every moment of the present.

    The end of the first stanza ends with the dilemma of mediocricy. The spirit of the past mixes with present modes or combines with thought - the former a fractured sense of reality, the latter a dreamlike understanding of the past. This is clearly expressed by mixing of color. Seeking the compass of the spirit, though, actively works on an accumulation of sensation - causing connections - alluded to throughout the poem. The result is a state of mind against which further experience is weighed for authenticity. This is not merely a gathering and distribution of information, but a cause.

    Thanks for the great poem.



  • Tarja
    February 18, 2008

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    The detail in this was exquisite. I think that there could have been more emotion... but as far as imagery and word choice goes, things were vivid and beautiful. Fabulous job!

    • laxrocks33
      February 18, 2008
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      Thanks for your complementary comment. I was wondering though, what did you mean by more emotion? Specifically, what kind or style or emotion and in what lines of the poem?

      • Tarja
        February 18, 2008
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        Not emotion... sorry... maybe personality.. like where are you in the poem?

        • laxrocks33
          February 18, 2008
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          Hmm, I don't think the purpose of the poem was to convey a perspective of a singular speaker. I felt as though the title explains the situation clearly enough, but I see how it could be fairly ambiguous.

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