Time-toned and bubonic –
Aristotelian cloud box
in a Jack-factored flash
of total brilliance.
One dream into a moonlit night
and all I have to do is avoid
the white light if I wanna wake up
and do this all over again.
If it gets any darker in this soul
I’m gonna have to white wash
my own tomb with a bolder
brand of bleach – pine-scented.
Light speed tectonic reflection –
purity feeds on it’s virgin white refinement
in a sky mind fragmentation
less than a thought away from here.
© Nublin’s Pub, 2009
Author notes
blinded by the white - flash, woo-ooo-oooh
Photo - Philipp Klinger
A contest entry
- color slapshot: white by sweet arrival.
575 points, ended June 4, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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By conflating a Walt Whitman type free-verse along with modern literary techniques mastered by Ezra Pound, James Joyce, and e.e. cummings, you manage to move your poetry from the periphery to its own separate place in the literary canon by morphing the typography to give off an amusing poetic persona that both amuses and dazzles the reader.
Readers intending to purchase Ed's new publication (and I urge you all to do so) at a bookstore or check it out on line will find it one of the most worthwhile texts published in the past several years.
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~ crissy ♥
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oh, crisstiena - you always say the most eloquent things in all sincerity. you ruckin' fock, Sister! nobody weaves commentary like you do - you're the best there is in this whole convoluted site (hey wait, I'm convoluted too!)... ~ Eduardo
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loved that third stanza, but the entire piece was well written for the prompt. thank you
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If this isn't white at its purest, don't know what is.
So many words, phrases I loved. Ending? bang on.
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