Open Poetry #11 |
Mad at Poetry |
wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
Mad at Poetry Inner tube in muddy sea Fills the glass awareness I watch the mirror My face is bloodied My mind is seeping out. The clouds are spinning With billowed blood I'm forced the bitter Mixed with mud. Force, the pull That binds the mind Swallow blood up by the sea Mud clouds wallow, plea Aimless nibbling at my toes Deny numbness ever flows At one end of the glass upturned What, for all, is here to learn Rippling effect of one afloat Traverse the sea of severed throat The inner tube, my inner world My face is bloodied I'm losing force To be allowed The poison tears It will end In fateful course Through the mirror, through the glass I see my legs make futile pass Through my mind, all that matters One fell limp, conscience shatters What has trapped me in the mire My head is bobbing below the waves Stagnant pond of mirrored light Bones of dead fill sunken graves Rippling effect of one who drowns Past the mirror further down Slap the glass with tempered fist All the meaning has been missed To be cut by this reflection Save me somehow from infection The thirsty earth has taken reigns To lonely souls adrift in chains Disease was not invented yet When I longed for the poet’s wit Now nothing but a rusty chain And an impotence to forget [This message has been edited by wayoutwalt (edited 01-03-2001).] |
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Dark Enchantress Senior Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 1258meet Morgana |
I love it! Especially the last two stanza's...they just had a "thing" about them that caught me. Excellent poem. I am no one if not myself. ~*SeLf PrOcLaImEd FrEaK oF nAtUrE*~ |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Waht a comedy Walt you are indeed the creator of poetic tornadoes..swirling through verse of barely tangible light....grabbing the reader and pulling them in and then spitting them out again....love it right to the hilt! |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
thanks |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
an intense read enjoyed every second of it. It's in your eyes a fire that's wild and glorious Unhibited, unfinished in everything I do Let the morning rise like our hearts desire" whipping boy |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
thanks brian gonna put this up for another look |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
excellent writing! really enjoyed the read.. -Tier |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Disease was not invented yet When I longed for the poet’s wit Now nothing but a rusty chain And the impotence to forget---- Most awesome, Walt, for someone who is mad at poetry, you seem to be communicating exceptionally well....loved it. |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
I think that MADNESS works well with you and your muse. This was a tremendous piece of work and while very entertaining is some ways it also speaks volumes of the frustration that life can leave us with. Excellent write. |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
sen teirs and mark thank you |
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