chaos/control
these pared down, harrowed days
conjured from flame and fervour
spread thin like a cry
drawn from parched lips;
like an ache refracted.
in our cities, bodies drift like sparks
in conflagrations — ash-light;
empty rhetoric falls gnarled as tinder.
what foul seraphs advance in your name,
slouch into excess and devastation?
what futile gestures must be performed
to abase ourselves before this fear,
before this terrible undying stench abates?
justice is a jibbed fool
twisting in the wind like hope deflected.
July 10th, 2005 at 1:42 pm
Don’t ask me, I’m busy slouching towards Bethlehem…
*slouch*
July 10th, 2005 at 1:50 pm
Yeah, I was a little worried that it smacked too much of Yeats. But that was a ‘rough beast’… but yes, the sentence construction is similar… so it’s derivative! Or alternately, intended as reference and homage.
I worry that I am one of the ‘worst [who] are full of passionate intensity’.
July 10th, 2005 at 2:07 pm
A flavour, no more. One of many, and the majority scent is yours – and a rich and invoking scent it is.
July 10th, 2005 at 2:09 pm
Mmm, replying to my own post. How… odd. Too many similes. Wonder if some of them can be turned to metaphor? Or does the repetition work for rhythm?
July 13th, 2005 at 1:36 am
scrumptious poetry
I’ll add U … if I may (?) …
say so, say so …
July 13th, 2005 at 1:50 am
Re: scrumptious poetry
Sure. Thanks. How did you find me?
July 13th, 2005 at 10:06 am
Re: scrumptious poetry
thru
…always on the lookout 4 poetry that somehow “grabs me”…
tnx 4 allowing me 2 add U !