.but I’ve no engagement pressing,
Portaits frame and alcove coast,
Celluloid and luxury
Fingerslide through sable,
Graft rumbles from the brass poubelle.
Tuba, banjos and judas cymbals
Lie Narcissus, lie Eve, reclined,
Jangle of curls in tangles of dandelion and wasp-
Hurling herself into an avatrice envoid.
Brown and sun-stroked saddle,
Thar, flat but blown with banners,
Vast veldts flicker flicker flicker
On the sand of the backlot.
Masques of madness
Painted with blotted stroke
Bold upon the moment
Un quite this half dip in the
Nethermonde.
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I can't decide if Poduke is referring to Pondicherry or a hick out of his place.
Stanza 2 L1,2,3 are delicious as is the last stanza
Vast veldts might be a bit OTT. But nothing I couldn't live with.
Odd that backlot too - suddenly makes it not real but a movie set. And then I'm suddenly seeing the flickering of a very old movie ....
You always give me room to imagine. Bless.
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I am so glad to see a new post by you!! I have always thought that you paint exceptional and unique pictures in my head, and are thought-provoking too. This sent me on a journey. THANKS! ~ Joyce
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What neurosine said.
I'll be back with a real comment. Pressed for time this morning I have a date with El Greco and Velázquez ...
Write more. Please.
Lisa
(the Eve/ Narcissus line is my favorite).
xo
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I'm thinking, do I like his poems so much because of the poems themselves, or because I'm so glad to see him post something.
Almost immediately I realize that
A. I don't really give a fuck because
B. It doesn't matter.
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