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The Moth Collector
twilight’s switch in melodramatic highs
alight from within those squeegeeing eyes
wayward sliding streetlight meridians
as if malleable at such melancholic ease
ooze out fimbriae in a dimming haze
over curled & clumped shadows
of the interlocking mascaras
in juggernaut fallouts
random running traffic yellows
bolden as monstrous lanterns
in plotted transverse intercepts
a netted darkening strung with geckoish acoustics
simmers under the sunken moon’s solo rendition
densifying nights stare owlish
in its deeply fluorescing wavelength
beckoning
her blackhole vessel -cornered
to a blackout submergence
where the roofless dark
hang out in digging facades
of the dying and the dead
clogs her clumsy tangled self
her frangible keratins crackle
wettened peduncle from tightened holds
destalks in a series of clucking silence
fragmented bosom’s cut off barbs
stranded as delusional tentacles
to a towering nowhere, in
a wanton lytic finale
- a catapulting trapeze artiste
in extremities of a felt infinity
from terrain ingrained in lies
blown off to dusts and stardust
-each one’s a palanquin messenger
of the dead and the dying
of those innumerously
fallen moths of her soul
in an integral cohesion
of liberating abstractions
Published 19th Dec 2018
| Edited 24th Dec 2018
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Anonymous
19th Dec 2018 9:44am
Once more, I read in awe of your command of language and conveyance of the human condition. 'Palanquin' is my word of the week. In poetic sensibilities, I salute...
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19th Dec 2018 10:33am
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20th Dec 2018 00:17am
You're our existential Diva, Uma. You take our imaginations to a new level, and poetry to new heights.
Well done.
Well done.
"clogs her clumsy tangled self
her frangible keratins crackle
wettened peduncle from tightened holds
destalks in a series of clucking silence"
"in extremities of a felt infinity
from terrain ingrained in lies"
Superb lines to read and speak...satisfying for the mouth to enunciate such impressionistic word pictures...thru the street portrait onto the road of the soul...
bravo poetess
Jeff
her frangible keratins crackle
wettened peduncle from tightened holds
destalks in a series of clucking silence"
"in extremities of a felt infinity
from terrain ingrained in lies"
Superb lines to read and speak...satisfying for the mouth to enunciate such impressionistic word pictures...thru the street portrait onto the road of the soul...
bravo poetess
Jeff
21st Dec 2018 10:56am
Uma
stanza after stanza i have to pause
perhaps forced to do so would be more appropriate ...
and am restricting myself to the briefest bits about the delivery ....
a handful few poet friends of mine here weave such magic.... and i am blessed to find self reading gems as they shar them...
stanza after stanza i have to pause
perhaps forced to do so would be more appropriate ...
and am restricting myself to the briefest bits about the delivery ....
a handful few poet friends of mine here weave such magic.... and i am blessed to find self reading gems as they shar them...
