Open Poetry #30 |
Hollow Words |
Astro Member
since 2003-01-08
Posts 69Ca. |
Hollow Words I have bottled air on display To symbolize the void of decay, Oft’ called humanity. It is trapped in a transparent Mason jar, so haste not to warrant Fear of this cavity. To my critics: pundits be damned! I mean no offense but, understand, I must defend my art. To those enclosed in scholastic Communities: move your bombastic Sights towards my rampart. Without attempting to be rude, My enigmatic meaning eludes What is passed as reason. This quickens no call of alarm In me, as even winter can form A glorious season. And, though many curse the winter -- Its bitter frost and icy splinters, Who can escape its charm, Unless blinded by convenience -- Lulled to sleep in a languid lenience With only warmth in arm? The harsh cold, to those who hazard, Is an invigorating blizzard That’s otherwise betrayed -- Pushed to the abandoned annals Of memory or the slate panels Of a copied Kinkade. So welcome this air on display, Though you may misunderstand. Someday, When opening cupboards Bare, but with empty mason jars, You will hear a call, as from afar, The hope of hollow words. Sight is an always awful beginning |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Just an incredible poem, and much wisdom throughout. Really enjoyed it! |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
making me think here |
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Astro Member
since 2003-01-08
Posts 69Ca. |
Does it hurt? He he; Just kidding. yeah, this poem is a bit elusive. If you think an empty bottle can be art, it'll mean one thing to you. If you think it's ridiculous for someone to pass off an empty bottle as art, it'll mean something else. What do you think? Sight is an always awful beginning |
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