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She Came as a Weird Fresh Chemical Apparation (FILLER)
She came as a weird fresh chemical apparition,
A smooth methane trance in the silver sea of moonlight.
At first she was the tree,
And then she came as arms and limbs
Holding the leaves in mysterious ways,
Like an ancient folk-goddess
I might have read about somewhere before.
She came as half the tree,
In features smooth eroded,
Fibres beyond recognition,
She was both captured and free.
But then her animal corroded
Back to a cold cemented remain.
I let go.
The world stopped for a second
When I almost saw your real breasts.
I won’t know what to do with you.
I’ve been in the woods too long.
In isolation I find comfort in hallucination.
There’s an acceptable point of isolation in everyone.
I’m a boy from the east
Seeking the land of endless days,
Either a woman or the beast
Will change my odd ways,
Or bring back the old haze
Which lead me from His rays.
A smooth methane trance in the silver sea of moonlight.
At first she was the tree,
And then she came as arms and limbs
Holding the leaves in mysterious ways,
Like an ancient folk-goddess
I might have read about somewhere before.
She came as half the tree,
In features smooth eroded,
Fibres beyond recognition,
She was both captured and free.
But then her animal corroded
Back to a cold cemented remain.
I let go.
The world stopped for a second
When I almost saw your real breasts.
I won’t know what to do with you.
I’ve been in the woods too long.
In isolation I find comfort in hallucination.
There’s an acceptable point of isolation in everyone.
I’m a boy from the east
Seeking the land of endless days,
Either a woman or the beast
Will change my odd ways,
Or bring back the old haze
Which lead me from His rays.
Published 30th Mar 2015
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intense imagery here..loved this! A mysteriousness, a haziness, a longing...felt in the verses. Lines leading to the verse" she was both captured n free" are well-conceived. concluding stanza is a pretty clear stand,"either a woman or the beast" ..n spells the search.
Tq fr this read:)
Tq fr this read:)
Anonymous
30th Mar 2015 10:21am
Such a great tale,much symbolism in this.
The imaginary is like a fountain...
The imaginary is like a fountain...
31st Mar 2015 11:44am
4th Apr 2015 4:16am
a woodsman who sees female shapes in the trees. never know which is deadlier, the woman or the beast...
4th Apr 2015 11:35am
Maybe there was something real behind that cement. I often question if all perception is an illusion, I believe much of it is. I know thoughts can manifest into reality.
I need to do a mundane thing like go to the shop. I would so much rather stay in the realms of this poem. It is so much more inviting.
Great writing, expression jIMNUT.
I need to do a mundane thing like go to the shop. I would so much rather stay in the realms of this poem. It is so much more inviting.
Great writing, expression jIMNUT.
Thank you all for these eloquent comments. I cannot do any justice to respond with equal eloquence! (Plus I sometimes don't like the "jagged" look of the reply-comment indentation, and purposefully do not respond upon some pieces! - but ye all received the thumbs-up of thanks, as I've noted it elsewhere to be the accepted practice among the more prolific types here...).
I know all of you who have read this, have been in those woods, have seen those shapes and changes to the limbs, have suspected that extra animation flowing up the xylems...
I'm always terrified of those dark woods, cautious about each tree I traverse past, during the high wind heaving their heavy necks, squealing out those strange moans and echoes... but far worse, those windless nights of stillness under full moon...
Just to add a technical note, I never really gave this piece much attention, but about ten years ago I sent a package of works out for a friend to read, and of the hundreds of things present he made comment of only this piece in his email later on - so alas, just by that alone, I included it in further compilations and here on this site - all by that one comment! So with all of your liking here, this piece shall forever be etched upon any further place that my works may find themselves...
Thank you.
I know all of you who have read this, have been in those woods, have seen those shapes and changes to the limbs, have suspected that extra animation flowing up the xylems...
I'm always terrified of those dark woods, cautious about each tree I traverse past, during the high wind heaving their heavy necks, squealing out those strange moans and echoes... but far worse, those windless nights of stillness under full moon...
Just to add a technical note, I never really gave this piece much attention, but about ten years ago I sent a package of works out for a friend to read, and of the hundreds of things present he made comment of only this piece in his email later on - so alas, just by that alone, I included it in further compilations and here on this site - all by that one comment! So with all of your liking here, this piece shall forever be etched upon any further place that my works may find themselves...
Thank you.
