Re: Poem #3 -- Poetry Grace and Insanity

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 10:38:15 02/23/00 Wed
Author: Leisa*)
Subject: Re: Poem #3
In reply to: Jonathan Hirsch 's message, "Poem #3" on 19:55:12 02/13/00 Sun

i've read this piece several times now and at first i didn't think "cha cha'ed" worked but the more i read it the more i like it. you have some vivid images in this like:
"gooey mustard eyes"
hmmm - what an image that leaves in my mind.
not sure i've even heard that before and altho it seems icky it does seem to work well in this.

would like to read more of your work
thanks for joining us here.

Leisa*)

>
> 3
>
> A seamen once asked
> If I would murder my kind,
> When woke to death;
> Sulking soaking in bruised
> bottom.
>
> His gooey mustard eyes recede,
> Seeds tumble in the ebb;
> Cha-cha'd in the night;
> To everlasting island life.
>
> There lingers still,
> Deft page-flipping.
> Half pronounced;
> Grotesque ecstatic
> Lips,
> That close
> As seas on flooded decks.
>
> Post-human remains arise;
> Beached as a bar,
> Riveting the final tortoise
> stretch,
> Of an inherently apocalyptic
> world.
>
> The vessel headed to land.
>
> 2/12/00

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

Re: Poem #3 -- Mors, 13:02:40 02/23/00 Wed