this nondescript wall looms like nothing ever seen
transplanted over an image of wild plantains
soaring atop an ocean of chromatic drifts
where behemoths mount the waves like neo-luddic
metaphors for cylindrical tubes, a phalanx of death
come to rear end these smoldering remains of a
civilization meant to transcend a red petaled ranunculus,
inadequate as a shrunken couch in the lap of luxury.
How do the images not fade along with the
dwindling pace of frenetic thoughts?
They remain, etched upon tortured retinas,
like the lives lost or never realized
unto the sands of Elysium
where only worms are satisfied
Vivid and profound.
ReplyDeleteinadequate as a shrunken couch in the lap of luxury
ReplyDelete*smiles*!
I agree with Jinksy... great use of this image.
ReplyDeleteThis more than rises to the occasion-- a deft and remarkable weaving of image and statement-- stunning. xxxj
ReplyDeleteloved the image you gave ...without the image..if that makes sense??!!
ReplyDeleteI was hoping you'd give us a a red petaled ranunculus...fabulous write, Tom...
ReplyDeleteVery clever and deft rendering of that couch. Masterful weaving of images.
ReplyDeleteClever one. Especially liked:
ReplyDeleteThey remain, etched upon tortured retinas,
like the lives lost or never realized
Well done.
love the ranunculus
ReplyDeletejesusgod, tom. truly, i wonder what you might become if you were allowed in the woods for a week. these tubular metallic drum sticks that you use can be cruel to the soul. that is only to say that you must experience something that is not humane and reflect it here for us.
ReplyDeletegod, you know language!
xo
erin
What a ride you took me on! Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteA bouquet of images you have here...
ReplyDeleteA remarkable piece of writing...
ReplyDeletedelicious descriptions...and where only the worms are satisfied...nice...you make words dance in images...good stuff...
ReplyDeleteDear palatial: Delicate dance of neural display and so vivid! As it is best to use wisely before due date, and to "get thee" to a library post haste to find what exactly is in store in those elusive Elusian fields. An erudite and academically inclined poem!
ReplyDeleteyikes......that's some piece of writing. read it twice and it stung as good the second time around...it's wonderful when something hits you between the eyes like that
ReplyDeletevery very nice.
them ol' bones can talk
ReplyDeleteA little intimidating on first acquaintance, but the images won out and convinced. I shall probably come back for another read. Impressive.
ReplyDeleteHow do the images not fade along with the
ReplyDeletedwindling pace of frenetic thoughts?
They remain, etched upon tortured retinas,
NICE
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