Adolescent Tongue

Photo of the Eagle Creek Fire provided by Oregon Live

Haze is in our voice,

Wraps the air in orange

Our mouths taste of ash

From heat and dryness

Encircling our throats

We speak through filters

We become speechless

 

 Our voice is smoke

As the sun turns colors

A Pumpkin glow, fluttering

Our talk is like cinders

Composed of dark cumulus

Layers bound inside bark

Released…we become confused

 

We seek the onshore flow

The lucid linear spoken spell

That quells our child tongue

Who claims immortality

Even if just for a second.

To deny the child

That sparks within us…for

It is us who light the dark.

The moth is eaten by flame….gone

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31 Responses to Adolescent Tongue

  1. grantman says:

    great poetry.. as for the golfers…. nothing unusual there

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  2. Renee Espriu says:

    Wonderfully written poem. Here in Washington we have had more hazy, ashy days than not from distant fires that seem too close. They actually closed the Western Washington State Fair for two days this week due to poor air quality.

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  3. Mel Gutiér says:

    Amazing poetry, imagery, ironic photo. Interesting.

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    • Elan Mudrow says:

      Yes, Mel, it’s the irony.

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      • Mel Gutiér says:

        I guess your poetry is loud and robust. Usually it matches my brain. It just took me a while for this one.

        Amazing.

        I’m comming back to one of your older posts later. I understand now why I didn’t know how I felt about it at the time.

        Takes me a while to catch up to your speed babe!

        🙂

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      • Elan Mudrow says:

        Your comment is actually embedded inside the poem and is one of a few themes found inside of it.

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      • Mel Gutiér says:

        I responded too quickly. During a break at. I usually read your pieces more than once. I always let it soak in first.

        Now as for the golfers… It’s just that. I see them first. If I close my eyes and listen to your poem… I can see children playing. The golfers throw me off for some reason. But… that’s the point. Right.

        Talk more tonight.

        🙂

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  4. Phil Huston says:

    Another artfully oblique mirror of the human / nature condition. All the planet has to do is sneeze and what we are and what we know is gone. Wind, water, fire. Life and Death. Art and the obvious bliss of ignorance in the infallibility of the ‘system’. The irony is in the seams. “Can’t buy me love, no…everybody tells me so.” But Henry sure loved his new putter.

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  5. This is beautiful!! New follower here! ❤

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  6. ivors20 says:

    In Victoria here, we have many a bush fire, and at their worst they are definitely the most scariest events that can happen, and day turns into ashen darkness…

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  7. The well of creativity constantly bubbling up from inside you is inspiring. I’m learning from your detailed descriptions!

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  8. Wonderful poem, Elan. You described the air, sky and red sun perfectly, as it was here this week. Ash has stopped falling now in SW Wash. and air quality has improved for the moment. No rain though. Need it to wash away the ash! 😕

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  9. Very appropriate considering the fires that have been ravaging the West Coast lately. Just WHAT are those golfers doing?

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  10. Mel Gutiér says:

    The moth… It’s driven to light. Like a guide….

    Last line… that guidance is gone. We’re left kind of mindless.

    I love your writing. I love that the mind of your eyes can transport us. I love that you can do the same with words.

    Love!

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  11. vivachange77 says:

    Your poem is exquisite. Every word and image of fire and its attributes creates a tight-woven tapestry. I loved the colors of the fire in the picture. I thought the golfers were young boys. “All in the eye of the beholder.”

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  12. dornahainds says:

    Always, so Fantastically Creative and well executed. 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀

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  13. That’s a very surreal pic dude! A good poem to go along with it.

    KEEP THE LIGHT ON!

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  14. Captivating image and words Elan.

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  15. “The moth is eaten by flame….gone”
    This, I really like how this sums up your words.

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  16. elegant piece of writing. Love your concept and the way you connect it with the nature. “We speak through filters, We become speechless”. This line is quite esoteric.

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