Open Poetry #49 |
VAHNIPATANA |
ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
*VAHNIPATANA Another time, again, Orange yellow-cuts, bleeding Flares of heated colors. She is flint-he is steel; Iron has fondled rock- Starting flame enough To melt obsidian. Rain talks, in slanted streaks But word force has no meaning, Passing through, on fire Fabric- Cannot speak loud enough; The inferno steams, Her mind shield Fogged, submits to heat, That no voice can put out. Pistons connected- By wrist pins Turn concentric On crankshaft hips, Frictioning-cylinder strokes, Lilith inspired- Slow at first burning Diesel , then gas Explodes her face; She hands him her fee For several morts petite. The sacrificial lambs Try to transcend evil But human guile is ruse Is no jive-; When sulfur smokes- It's too late to escape.. The stairway burns Away beneath them. *Sanskrit: "vahnipatana" (वह्निपतन. ) n. "entering the fire" |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
quote:This is a marvel of emotional engineering ice. Only a poet who has spent some 'serious' time under a hood would appreciate the vernacular in the way you have applied it here. Very well done indeed! 88's friend She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Thank you for your reply.. I have fun with metaphor, as reality is sometimes too harsh. "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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rainyday Member Posts 304 Heartland USA |
Yes..your metaphors are striking Ice! Made me think sacrificial..in more ways then one. rainy |
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