I consumed the note you left
in my sleep last night
and awaken with an insatiable appetite
to rendezvous nearest the wet spring
trickling down green valley mountains,
grassed over the luscious hues of Aberdeen,
secluded in the airy sentimentality composed of breathy winds,
midnight missionary emission positions,
and nothing substrates exactness
better than phasing one line of intelligence,
having fallen with precision when I hear you scream,
"Song-dancing preacher!"
Shadows lash at the enormous condition of your art.
Nothing holds the universe together quite like science.
© Nublin’s Pub, 2009
Author notes
Substitution for a finer thought? Brilliance is difficult when it goes missing, or never shows up when ya least expect it to.
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tis always a wild ride when reading your work.
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What a great piece~! I like the refinement of it. Plus the image is groovy.
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Isn't it funny that deep in the vowels of science or fiction... freud is still caught with his slip showing?
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Ahh, a lyrical look-see into inspiration and the perspicacity of aberration, perhaps an insight into the Poet's appetite, per se, to find a song, a symphony, in everything. Phasing lines of intelligence into phrases of communication for consumption, I sense a desire to both feed and to be fed.
Congratulations on completing your book by the way, a legacy to leave and resonate with The Word.
Reminds me of a clip I saw awhile ago on YouTube, which unfortunately I do not have the link for. The video was basically a scientific experiment to show the effects certain words had on crystals in water, when those words were placed, one at a time, into the water. The pictures were compelling, clearly showing the picturesque joy of a word like peace and conversely the fractured momentum of the opposite. Words do have power, whether in analysis, sung in sorrow or celebration, they all vibrate somewhere, somehow, in the universe and the universal.
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Nothing of that sort comes when we expect it to.
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...or does it?
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I agree.
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this is gorgeous -- every word.
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thanks - i wished i knew how to write poetry. i bet you could find a poetry boyfrined in Saginaw, Michigan with crusted graham wagfers on the bottom of his feet. just whistle Dixie and see what happens...
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"midnight missionary emission positions"
yum. I love the way that flows. The entire piece
was fulfilling. Good work.
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judas priest that's a fun one. -screamingphish
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I am drowning beneath
thirteen cherry blossoms,
magpies, monochrome & bickering
about embryo bunch-berries in
the laurel hedge hiding. First a rain
of dandelion clockssix months past & now
banks of wild primroses to warm
my heart. At nine fifty, this
wave rushing toward me
comes from my gushing heart
as we left each other the last
time without a word. I could
tell you that we have
not yet invented a bad sentence
between us & why wish to
waste a word or two now?
One glance is enough...
Love it, Eddie Velvet
~ Fricka C.
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Well, brilliance showed up here. Your poetry is delightfully different, always so deep and rich in emotion, language, thought, imagery and here you've shown us how science, nature, sensuality, dreams, intelligence and art are all one.
~ Nicolette
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You are one perceptive poet...thank you a thousand times.
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