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Offline Mark T

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Sometimes in poetry
« on: September 27, 2018, 03:27:13 PM »
Sometimes in poetry


I listen to resonance ring
in ingots slung upon anvils.
I witness images slip inside
hesitant visions of dualities
and trace words from lips
unkissed by this reality.

No, that will not do -

So what of these swirling waves
wielded by the seas... perhaps
wind patterns in wheat fields,   
or the summer-warm stones
in some forlorn churchyard 
lonely as bony Mondays?

No, not that either…

Numbers rotate unscathed
in their mysterious dance
upon cellular divisions of infinity.
Giant cog wheels of history
roll into the seas and rust.
In polarized inversion,
wintry midnight suns
throw no shadow of ego.
Somewhere on Earth,
a drop of vanilla ice-cream
falls between sandy toes.

No…

I feel warm winds lofted in liquid birdsong. I see
people unwind their temporal chains as God
wanders through cardboard stage-props
taking names. And any loose intuition
is just a collective echo of thoughts
scribbled across an ad-libbed reality.

Zen is observation. Chi follows the wind.




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Re: Sometimes in poetry
« Reply #1 on: October 15, 2018, 06:30:59 AM »
Reading some poems is like driving offroad in a shoddy vehicle, but this was smooth as butter. After the first line I trusted the language completely and I just went with it and questioned nothing. Every image had an original flair to it.

In terms of form I'm personally not a fan of the interjections in itallics.

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Re: Sometimes in poetry
« Reply #2 on: October 15, 2018, 12:04:54 PM »

Thanks for looking and commenting, AT. That's kind of you to say. I guess the piece is about poetry with the poet rejecting his efforts (we all know how that goes) until something acceptable occurs, and there's a payoff in terms of insight. Something like that.