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MseanM New Member
since 2000-06-17
Posts 4Morgan Hill, CA |
ZOETROPIA Too much turn, the market sours The sweetness of just a grape Crushed into being. The soiled landscape Blows dust into our eyes and into our mouths And settles upon some unsettling thing Is nothing, but nothing unturned? When I say to you now, "I am lying". That squish, That squash. Would it all give wash To the loss fermenting within? Or the cross lamenting our sin Would that too, give wash? With each step something is squelched. We have arranged our valley like we arrange ourselves In neat rows of likeness, and we like this arrangement it seems In the valley of surnames our first name is lost We yearn to return, but what is the cost? Would not our nature to change the nature of things Change even ourselves to miss such things? Like the spotlight that moves in the darkness of me I see only the point I am pointed to see The rest merely rests, intellectually Or consider Hamlet’s biology His life constructed chemically In Shakespeare’s timeless telepathy We now reserve as memory I conduct, therefore, myself to be I walk alone through this valley And lonely talk to Makers’ tally In rooms more like tombs That stink of some finale I want to smell Just a grape But the vine has gone to vineyard And the mind is now mindset Even language won’t linger enough to upset The rhythm of all things—we call "rhythmic" Is anything but. I have tasted this before With apricots jammed Into a jar |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Welcome to the family! This is an excellent poem!! Please check your email for a special greeting.  |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
an excellent poem some very interesting imagery. Too much turn, the market sours The sweetness of just a grape Crushed into being. The soiled landscape Blows dust into our eyes and into our mouths And settles upon some unsettling thing welcome to Passions. ------------------------ "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. "Art is a lie which makes us realise the truth." Pablo Picasso "We Irish are too poetical to be poets, we are a nation of brilliant failures" Oscar Wilde ----- |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
Michael!!! Welcome!! Glad you stopped by! Passions of Poetry will be proud to have you submitting your work... you are a very fine poet and this piece is exceptionally crafted! You move me with your words.... this is one i wish i wrote... fine work, my friend. thanks for being here.  doreen |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Enjoyed muchly. Well written. |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Welcome to Passions, MSean! Wow -- great poem - gets your mind reeling ~netswan |
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JP Senior Member
since 1999-05-25
Posts 1343Loomis, CA |
Welcome and well done! Look forward to reading more of your work. Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn. JP "Everything is your own damn fault, if you are any good." E. Hemmingway |
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Corazon Senior Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 1209 |
I read this cause of the title...lol...am fond of the name zoe...but am glad now that I did, excellent writign....wow....welcome, will watch for more of your works  |
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X Angel Senior Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 1521Oregon |
I too long to taste the grapes...  Nice'un Welcome!! ~Heather |
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