Busy fingers weave a hope wreath
an aside--before begins
a linear miasma
an atmosphere of little stars
to envelop fold you.
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Nothing to be done
white blue veined china
snarled--annulled
episodes
in the sietch
discrete
from shadow to shadow
sound is flagrant startling
unexpected harsh
is is always halting
and starting again
in the agora
willow bang wisp and go again
go, the same grinding
rope twist creak
bind and release
only the aspect of speech
flogs
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long i
willow wand and thirst
wind
threw
the bridal sepulcher
blind and repeat
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word end
sun through window
splintered
up earth shattered
with shading
lung bellows
witching between hours
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aspects of nothing emptied
task the words to billow
scar of time
a throb of tomb
to haste to ease
to say with silence.
Author notes
sietch--"Place of assembly in time of danger."
In a list
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I drove away from silence
one evening, aspects
of everything shining in my eyes.
Near the banks of the lake
shadows of canebrakes,
a battered pathway,
an old forgotten boat--
still there. Then memories:
murmurs of stars and visions.
Maria -
I also thought of "The Hollow Men" when I read this.
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you have been misreading again ...
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
from The Hollow Men
Okay. The dividers do make it better for me -- and I think S1 is very beautiful (the hope wreath seems an interpretation of "here we go round the prickly ear rhyme thing...." even though it may have less than childish meanings that is what I feel -- the sense of hope)
and even your "long i "sort of alludes to "Eyes I dare not meet in dreams"
so I take it the Eliot influence means this poem is reaching for something between life and death. Something about the struggle of the "soul"
you are definitely writing towards something.
For this reader, the attempt at communicating that "something" is much appreciated but, this is not a poem that makes me "feel" much or pulls me in the way most of your poems do ....
but hey! keep trying.
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As always, I admire your vocabulary. If enigma is the fulcrum of your exertions, then once again you have successfully managed to leave me feeling ignorant. Cheers!
The last line is quite catchy.
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