»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #34
»
Innisfree
| Open Poetry #34 |
|
Innisfree |
|
|
RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533
|
“I hear it in the deep heart’s core” - Yeats ‘The Lake Isle Of Innisfree' . . . . If invited to a singular heartbeat, know beyond common postage, jute envelope, neo-plutonic font on flaxen linen, to accept. It is crimson soaked love, whose sated murmur, the first beat (that nursing puppy “unph,” interrupted whale cry, birthing beseechment) is the kinder. Valves open, and in that moment both sides of the septum, quenched in sanguine sorority, allow the elopement of one fleet susurration per million heartbeats. The second beat, (the cudgel, a Yang with Yin attributes) will never entreat. Looming step-father, muffled shotgun, smothered thunderclap, dark dropped weight. Bully guaranteed last word. |
||
| © Copyright 2004 Richard S. Wells jr. - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
but i liked you just the way you were before; why the change? o, i guess the poem is real good; too bad i can't understand it  |
||
|
RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
he he he. This is one that I'm pleased with (believe me that's seldom) and considered it may read opaque. It's the lub-dub of a heartbeat and the lovely little 'lub' is when blood hits the valves open on both sides of the septum temporarily flooding all four chambers in a heartfelt (sorry) sharing as well as a sort of bacchanalian drowse. This the softer, feminine first beat is fancied here as one who, when rarely not under the watchful and overbearing 'dub' of the second, more baritone (and so masculine) beat, may smuggle out a rare entreaty toward love. Yang, defined as "positive, bright and masculine" does in this narrative, inwardly harbor Yin's attributes of "negative and dark" (my own alph-male problems with other men and authority coupled with an incomprehensible naivete {given my long and varied experiences) regarding women ordinarily has men playing the heavy. (everywhere but my mirror...sometimes) I would have preferred to stagger the stanzas, just a bit, to portray a beat but the format here allows center or left alignment. The first three stanzas are a warning to not overlook the hope in the plain message of love (to not judge a hook from a lover (sorry again). The "unph" of a suckling puppy, an abruptly ended whale call and a birthing mother's (gentle) urging were attempts to mimic the first heartbeat (the lub) the escaped whisper (susurration) of love between the 'lub' and the "dub" or second beat which is described in the last three stanzas in blunt and brutal terms. Inspired a few hours ago when I, in too poor physical form, became overly industrious in handsawing down a tree. My people all die of heart attacks (Thus the "Bully guaranteed last word") and this came to me when laying on the back porch, catching my breath. As far as my look, let's ascribe it to "middle-aged crazies"...always clean cut (at least after 1973) I quit getting a haircut August '03' (long before "Passions") and nearly hacked it off myself the other day so I thought I'd get a few pictures. I ordinarily wear it in a pony-tail but do enjoy shocking folks. But you must have known that. The title? Nearly meaningless but a usuable epitaph and the phonetic In-is-free ta boot. |
||
|
inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
well , as you told me a few days ago, you do have a couple of years on me, but i must say in accord with what you uttered up there, there IS something kind of cool about being able to pass stuff off now on the middle aged crazies, isn't there? |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
