Dark Poetry #3 |
Poison onions |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Your words are scrawls, written to dust for new information. Your words are poison onions, layer by layer the seep of unsound. Your words are pressed petals, obscuring pages of texture and layer. Your words are cracked highways, shooting white-eyed lines to tires. Your words are shadows; I will step away from their closure. Your words are prophet keeping; not prophet making, understand. |
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Neala Member
since 1999-08-21
Posts 262Florida, USA |
I like the repition...it truely left me thinking...I really enjoyed that. -Neala |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
scrawled poison petals of cracked shadow's keeping you ARE new information |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Neala -- thank you. Brian -- Your rescrambling of my poem left mine scrabbling in the scrawled dust. Thank YOU. Mike |
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486 |
Nice work M....love this one. H. |
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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
Ooooh i'm speechless in a good way If your afraid of the dark, then why did you come? |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Understood. (hmmph, I THINK...) Actually, not too sure of much these days..but? oh yes...I think I understood this without words. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I'm glad you all enjoyed. And Sen? Maybe you can clue me in on the meaning, too? Mikey |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I think I took a very personal interpretation.... I was thinking of this as a symbolic representation of a situation of emotional abuse--which led me to think, that if one is subjected to a daily, barrage of information, even if that information is not the truth--it does in fact, register somewhere in the subconscious. And even further, if it does, that, does it not become a part of our belief system, coloring our reality...and then I thought, all thought that is composed of word, is subject to a very limited personal view--which led me to think of what I consider to be the only true unadulterated language, which is that of symbolism...(there I go again with Carl Jung, archetype and collective unconscious.) "words are the source of misunderstandings" thus, poison onions. grin. Well ya, ASKED... <--first genuine smile today...thank you! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
oops...forgot to add, the onion symbolism reminded me of John Lennon's view of spirituality/reality "Glass Onion" yanno...looking through a glass onion...great song. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I love when you really let your IQ shine on these pages, Sen. For me, the thing with symbols? Everyone reads their present ideas into them. So it's all not only subjective, but temporal, too. The poem was just me in a bad mood. I had some bits of ideas scattering through my head like gnats, and swatted them onto the page. Then I capped it all off with a sour about how, even if I'm a good poet, it sure don't matter much in this world. Such is life. And come to think of it, a life alone is sort of emotional abuse in itself, isn't it? Mike |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Ooh, that puts in mind a new challenge, where you have to pick a song (or a side, if you're feeling REALLY expansive) of the White Album, and write about it... I'm not sure I can muster up the courage up even gallishly suggest that. Shhh, our secret. Mike |
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