The timpani drum, the ocular nerve,
flesh ridges hot-wired to neuroconductors,
the long playing record preserved in soupy flesh-
not vinyl-
the Variable Human Senses dipped in the ink of life
tatoo the ephermeral soul-wherever it resides-
floating within us as helium
inside the balloon skin stretched tight,
tethered to the earth with string,
always vaulting upward and straining for release
until, slowly, escaping in increments
brings the withering encasement to rest
defeated on the ground:
these memories I cherish and culture,
tilling the earth and pulling up weeds:
transplanting, grafting, and sowing
anew into the ever plantable soil of my mind,
for where reality is sublime and unkind,
it is most beautiful in rewind.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- flesh canoe by the atlantic.
1000 points, ended July 11, 2008, 19 entries
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When I get my VHS dipped in the ink of life I like it to come out all nice and spinnin chrome...but it's always like some cancer on tobacco. I just can't afford that anymore.
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An interesting way to relate to memories or dreams as the case may be. Being a country boy at heart I read it twice before I understood. Well written though. Happy trails
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This is penned with a quill of gold, my fellow poet! I enjoyed reading this as the beauty of your prose and the excellance of the vocabulary swirled plaintively around my head as I slowly devoured your words that held a deep, beautiful meaning in a relatively short space. Hearing the intensly academic anatomy vocabulary added to the complexity of the theme of your poem, and made it even more gripping. The line breaks were expertly done, and this was a brilliant write. Job well done ^_^
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Big Mahalo, brah!
Wow. You are very kind in your review of this poem, which, I must admit, worked its magic on me as I was penning it. The last few lines actually came first, and I almost left it with that, but then the academic portion began to flow and I went with it, coming across the acronym only toward the end of the composition process...so it was cool. I like the thought of ourselves as a video cassette, just taking this all in, but processing it uniquely, and in that sense, never actually knowing what reality is, only what it means to us. And it IS always better in rewind, which is just a killer line! I'm gonna use it in conversation a lot...but I can't take credit for what the muse delivers, can I?? Anyhow, a big MAHALO to you for that marvelous encouragement. It will keep me writing a few more poems!
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Beautifully penned, my fellow poet! The imagery and superb use of vocabulary is over the top! Also, your write is chock full of cool information! And the last line says it all. Your poem is most beautiful in rewind, which is exactly what happens when read only once. For me, once was not AT ALL enough, so I rewound it at least three times! BRILLIANT! A+
POETDONTKNOWIT
WRITING IT HER OWN WAY
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To be rewound three times is a fantastic complement that I will eat up with relish! Thank you for your kind review! I was losing my desire to go on, but your comment has refreshed my faith in the muse, and personal taste in poetry, so I will be able to quill a few more at least! Mahalo and Aloha!!!
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Overdue
Hey, dude, Blockbuster wants those Eddie Murphy videos you borrowed back. You are seriously in debt! www.nakedadam.net for my original music: comment and peruse! Aloha!
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