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Meat Space
My pen hangs over the page
and I start thinking about how disconnected
we have become from our bodies.
We exist in a universe of screens
that make the messiness of the real
world tidy enough to bear.
When I finally put pen to paper
the ink drags my thoughts
from my brain onto the page
as though it were my blood.
No polite tap tapping here.
I want to get to the juicy stuff.
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Selene
I can still see the moon
wink at me through neon
signs and streetlights
telling me she's the real
lady of the night.
I must create a system
Selene is a little ephemeral yet solid chunk of lyricism. I like how for me it says as much about the narrator's own concerns and fistiness as it does about the moon.
What is the work if it isn't a ticket to slip into vivid euphoria?
but say it is my humour
Mari
Showing up ─ Così fan tutte (or indeed tutti), I suspect. But it may be that we get noticed more than we think,
Whose Line is it Anyway ─ How many times have I sworn never to travel without a notebook and how many times have I gone out without a notebook regardless? You record a great truth.
Meat Space ─ Yea!! Hit us with the juicy stuff ─ the market place is holding its breath! Ah the poems we should write!
Selene ─ Nicely sung, a paying of due respects.
A range of tones and topics!
Regards / Dunc
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Thanks Dunc and Cameron, for keeping on coming by. It means a lot.
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Window Cleaning
Dinner with friends and their laughter
plays with the expressions on their faces.
We've become disconnected; the eyes
are the windows of the soul but most people
don't see in time when it gets cloudy.
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Freefall
Saturday night tequila
by candlelight scribbling furiously
to catch up with myself.
Brooding Pterodactyl
Hi Mari,
The poems are pure little chimes as each one strives to capture one thought or impression as completely and clearly as possible. They're often done in strokes more bold and open than I could ever muster. |It's a precious ability.
Fun and felicitous PFFA patron
I really like Meat Space, I like the drag of the ink like blood, and the juicy stuff at the end.
certified napo whacko
heya Mari
I've enjoyed these last few - lots to like in Meat Space - neat images and fresh ideas, and Window Cleaning - more disconnect (seems to be a theme in these last few) and that last line. Free Fall - gosh yes! tequila! it loosens the pen. keep it going - almost there!
I like to paint images around empty spaces.
My Flickr Photos
Cheesecloth Moon (art, poetry,photography, some ranting, etc
egrobeck (my ArtFire shop)
Cookalas Pretty Things (my shop blog)
but say it is my humour
Mari
Window Cleaning ─ And dinner is the way to disperse the clouds, at least for an evening. Just so.
Freefall ─ By candlelight! You moodhungry poet you! And powered by tequila, may your chase be entirely successful!
Yea!
Regards / Dunc
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krystalynn, cookala, dunc, thanks so much for the multiple visits. Still struggling to keep up.
Larry, your comment means a lot coming from you. I'm humbled.
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The Infinite Stages of Grieving
I've put the cushions you used to sleep on
into the spare room. Your ashes are there too.
When I need to enter, I step carefully
around those little jabs of pain.
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Why?
Do people sit inside cafes with takeaway cups
when there's no room for people waiting for seats?
Or park their car in the middle of the pedestrian crossing,
calmly waiting for the light to change, while
I take my life into my hands crossing on the green light?
Other times, they push past me on the narrow footpath,
only to find I've caught up with them by the end of the road!
Where is the school for absorbing this sense of absolute
entitlement, while others learn to make themselves invisible?
sometimes I believe the light is real
Many of your problems are itching for a fight and some of them let their guard down. Even the quickies like (w)rite that confront the empty page insist on being heard.
There's good cause for the moon to notice you noticing. Thanks for the reads.
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