A vignette
Submitted by smiley7 on Wed, 11/08/2017 - 10:51pm
Sweet is the street
walking in sunshine
skipping on four rollers
snowboarding beyond boarders
breathing octagon crystals
inhalations
gasping to be
Drowned by the gullies
rushing in silt
smothering fish
flooding the news
food delivered, to the door,
in paper
wax
before its time
plastic feeding cretans of the sea
making hay in rhyme
antilogarithms to the dime
swaying, swaying, swaying
modern sirens on the shore
leading to nevermore
wanting, instilling 'paranor'
its mischief
never mistaken, mistook
yet hooked by neighbors, next door
Foolish ninny's bay in play
eating all the hay
not knowing
fox prey
coyotes slink, minks wait...
So it is
but should not be
cause it interferes
with you and me.
Comments
so astonished by
recent happenings, i'm obligated to record, set it down, somewhere, so thanks for my indulgence in advance. Cheers.
Thank you...
my friend.
Good evening smiley
I very much enjoy skipping from place to place and through the colourful worlds your vignettes lead.
I often feel a tension in your poetry; between a serene and settled place, and a place that is also disquieting. Your work resonates with me in quite a visceral way. Thank you for your vocal and unaffected expression.
Wishing us all less interference of the unwelcome kind.
hey,
tension holds all art together, i think; no, i know that to be true.
The uneasiness, my inducing anxiety in rhyme, i'm not sure about... whether it comes directly from me or i'm only the conduit of society's?
Certainly, i'm uneasy and unsettled, personally; possessing so many reasons not to be, but, it's never far away, this disquiet, is it?
Could it be wrapped in the mystery of birth progressing to death, something so simple...?
I think not.
Have no answers, just asking why...in hopes i learn more about living without affectations
in hopes i can grow into what i want to be.
Gosh, i'm trying to say that you feed me, inspire me, and fill us all with positive vibes as i write in hopes i contribute a little to your good effort, too.
Love and hugs.
Your response makes me almost speechless …
“in hopes i can grow into what i want to be.”
It also makes the tears of mutual respect and appreciation fall.
Thank you for everything, especially your art and love that holds it all together.
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[video:https://youtu.be/fHZ0cqAODeg]
Playing it with volume satisfies
the mind. Thank you!