Smidgens
We come with a penumbra
A lighter ring around the internal
Within the greater external
An outer fuzziness of contact
That communicates an abstract
Unstable in its assumptions
Rewarded for its divinations
It detects movement, motion
Perceives, discerns, distinguishes
Identifies, classifies, establishes
Bound with embossed hard cover,
Inside, soft pages to discover
Organic in its innocence.
Mechanical in its wickedness
When solidified, condensed into form
Becomes art we put forth as charm
(If I listen to your singing, eyes wide open, would I recognize the shape of your voice? And if so, would it be my experience or would your song be watching me?)
Supab… well written..
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Amazing answer
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The self-reflexiveness of my writing, its foregrounding of its own linguistic, figurative, and operations, its willed interface with the transparency of discourse, is, in its effects if not always in its intentions, allied to an apprehension of the claims of otherness, of that which cannot be expressed in the discourse available to me, you, us–not because of an essential ineffability but because of the constraints imposed by that discourse, often found in my writing’s productivity and proliferation.
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When you write your poetry is it an outsider looking in or insider looking out?
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Fantastic, love it. Well penned. βΊ
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Intriguing image, Elan. My eyes move through it with joyous wonder. β€
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Beautiful writing and photo!
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Nice one! Lovely post
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Marvelous!
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The song comment at the end is beautiful. Encompasses becoming art, art living through you.
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Love this…I was exhausted today, and it encouraged me to keep on going, being aware of my surroundings and of others IN my surroundings. Motion in us seniors is IMPORTANT!
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“But works either way”
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I love the loose rhyme woven through here — less than a pattern, more than a coincidence. The contrast of outer self and inner self. Especially loved this paradox: “Inside, soft pages to discover / Organic in its innocence. / Mechanical in its wickedness.” Not sure if the italics at the end were part of the poem or just something to think about, but works either way. π
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What happens on the margins, on the fringe, are often more interesting than the things that get close. If I closed my eyes would your voice feel the same? Pop music (not muse) mantra – People hear with their eyes.
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Love the flow of this!! ππ»ππ»
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Love this
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“…(If I listen to your singing, eyes wide open, would I recognize the shape of your voice? And if so, would it be my experience or would your song be watching me?) ”
This one is rather Brilliant !
I’m stealing it to put as a signature on emails. (credit of course)
What a great Pick Up Line , as well LOL
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