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Elephant Pages
These pages
White, dusty down,
Nests
Collecting in walls
Sitting silently in Rigor mortis
Mothers,
in shields of glass where sun so nimbly
circles their concerns
And yes they
Have their notions too; torches of sweetness
Night where pages still have partners of voice
Still burn over elephant minds in travel
Distancing
Darkening bellies of fantasy
And though it be a fearsome star
Like Satan an angel
Memories come crawling
They scuttle like millipedes
Consistancy knocking…
Tiny mud-laden shoes
collecting at my door
Yet here
They will find no madman
Perhaps brief gestation
The elephant of man once peering outside
My hooves and hide desperate
Despairing as September,
Quivering in this brief moment
Quivering
In trance of awe
Above; below
A resting shade
My militant bridge circles alone
Streams and croons of the seasons in ecstasy
Pages lifting to feel the breeze
And spring as once this elephant
Plentiful
Alive
Rumples in the watery red
© 2015 Perdition
White, dusty down,
Nests
Collecting in walls
Sitting silently in Rigor mortis
Mothers,
in shields of glass where sun so nimbly
circles their concerns
And yes they
Have their notions too; torches of sweetness
Night where pages still have partners of voice
Still burn over elephant minds in travel
Distancing
Darkening bellies of fantasy
And though it be a fearsome star
Like Satan an angel
Memories come crawling
They scuttle like millipedes
Consistancy knocking…
Tiny mud-laden shoes
collecting at my door
Yet here
They will find no madman
Perhaps brief gestation
The elephant of man once peering outside
My hooves and hide desperate
Despairing as September,
Quivering in this brief moment
Quivering
In trance of awe
Above; below
A resting shade
My militant bridge circles alone
Streams and croons of the seasons in ecstasy
Pages lifting to feel the breeze
And spring as once this elephant
Plentiful
Alive
Rumples in the watery red
© 2015 Perdition
Published 25th Sep 2015
| Edited 26th Sep 2015
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Anonymous
25th Sep 2015 3:20pm
St 1 - seriously, bravo.
"Yet here they will find no madman" is the one sentiment I'm going to be taking away from this as a reader. I like how it's out there on it's own, sticking out; it is it's own statement, It's own song.
I sat here thinking about the image of "the elephant of man" for a little while. In terms of context, I wondered if it was a metaphor of memory. The word 'once' would suggest a past element, and the fact this poem is in the 'self' category also suggests a certain regression. That kept me chewing for a little while. I also enjoyed the repetition of the word 'quivering'. Similarly I chewed over 'rumples in the watery red'. I got nothing on that. Bloody nothing. lol
I'm probably going to have to read this a few more times to take in some of it, but it's one to mull over for a bit, and I kind of like that in a piece of writing.
Thank you for the read.
"Yet here they will find no madman" is the one sentiment I'm going to be taking away from this as a reader. I like how it's out there on it's own, sticking out; it is it's own statement, It's own song.
I sat here thinking about the image of "the elephant of man" for a little while. In terms of context, I wondered if it was a metaphor of memory. The word 'once' would suggest a past element, and the fact this poem is in the 'self' category also suggests a certain regression. That kept me chewing for a little while. I also enjoyed the repetition of the word 'quivering'. Similarly I chewed over 'rumples in the watery red'. I got nothing on that. Bloody nothing. lol
I'm probably going to have to read this a few more times to take in some of it, but it's one to mull over for a bit, and I kind of like that in a piece of writing.
Thank you for the read.
You are going to love this....CIndy will absolutely love it as well that you got "Nothing. Bloody Nothing...absolutely nothing out of that line" cause I struggled for centuries on this poem's ending and especially on that one particular line until Cindy stepped in on her phone with a Jeep Grand Cherokee and slammed me hard, right over the writer's block until I acquiesced. Well, afterwards I had this long duscussion with Moses, some spinning stars and my Dead Auntie...all of which stood there after the blow, I decided on this line and well, I'd tell you but then how could you ever respect "watery red" Missy...HOW??!! Smiles and thank you as always~
26th Sep 2015 1:48pm
Hello you, it's nice to see you here sharing your unique collection of inspiring words. :)
From "silently in Rigor mortis" to "Pages lifting to feel the breeze" how good that feels when that new breeze comes. "in shields of glass where sun so nimbly
circles their concerns" that line stands out for me, I love the feeling of it. Wonderful visuals and the Millipede analogy is a gem for describing those memories that sometimes come knocking.
Great writing mister.
From "silently in Rigor mortis" to "Pages lifting to feel the breeze" how good that feels when that new breeze comes. "in shields of glass where sun so nimbly
circles their concerns" that line stands out for me, I love the feeling of it. Wonderful visuals and the Millipede analogy is a gem for describing those memories that sometimes come knocking.
Great writing mister.
I had no FREAKING idea you were here,,,,Well, time to build that raft out of Penclls and loads of Afircan spine. Pretty sure it will float...Yeah, definitly gonna float. Not going to float is it ? Ah well, thank you for letting me know. I would have been devastated if I thought you weren't here and you were , It's like the world has gathered in this happy warm climate made of global change and we've all decided to turn a growing tiny Elephant...No? Well...I'll share the mud if you load the trunk...Deal?
Anyway... Thanks ya You...Nothing like gathering amongst the influential. Going to pretend you are writing in the realm of spades and I am 6 feet 5 inches tall...or 2 kilometers. NO GOOGLING!!! This is the land where Google died and the inernet was strictly ...well, you know what it was.
Getting that sneaky freaky feeling that it's only going to be getting better from here..Yep!, Deep days of delusion are a worthy huge bed bug indeed,,Whiskey? Just saying ~ Sheesh!. Thank you Anita!!!j Just getting my sea knees..so I'll be at your dooorpretty fraking soo... No dout! or you know Just flat ou dead!~ MAGNASHENA"S HERE!!!!
Anyway... Thanks ya You...Nothing like gathering amongst the influential. Going to pretend you are writing in the realm of spades and I am 6 feet 5 inches tall...or 2 kilometers. NO GOOGLING!!! This is the land where Google died and the inernet was strictly ...well, you know what it was.
Getting that sneaky freaky feeling that it's only going to be getting better from here..Yep!, Deep days of delusion are a worthy huge bed bug indeed,,Whiskey? Just saying ~ Sheesh!. Thank you Anita!!!j Just getting my sea knees..so I'll be at your dooorpretty fraking soo... No dout! or you know Just flat ou dead!~ MAGNASHENA"S HERE!!!!
26th Sep 2015 9:46pm
Not going to float :P I've been here for a few years at least. I don't think I will find any of that on google. Maybe you should Wikipedia it so I can then google it and find the meaning. :D
The place has its ups and downs, but overall it is a good place to be with some great writers. You will fit in splendidly. "Magnashena" huh, I kinda like that.
The place has its ups and downs, but overall it is a good place to be with some great writers. You will fit in splendidly. "Magnashena" huh, I kinda like that.
