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The 7-7-7 Departs At Midnight
When the night wakes inside me
Bones break in saudade lament.
Silence. I become the moon.
Hazed lights spear late evening lounge
Aurora bored > ripped fuselage
Jet streams dazzle departure.
Terminal ill, exit gate,
Taken home in photo frames.
Sepia into day’s dream.
Leave him alone to grieve deep
He had cried “I will die too.”
Blades stalked coffin flowers.
The Last Supper tempera:
Napkin wrapped in wedding ring
Thirty pieced proposal, no!
Taxidermist wrote poems:
War town, pushed baby in pram
Flightless flock burnt in sun hearth.
Shoeless child cradles balloon
Asleep, floats drifts, sucked in skies.
Street artist sketch, red dot eye.
Bones break in saudade lament.
Silence. I become the moon.
Hazed lights spear late evening lounge
Aurora bored > ripped fuselage
Jet streams dazzle departure.
Terminal ill, exit gate,
Taken home in photo frames.
Sepia into day’s dream.
Leave him alone to grieve deep
He had cried “I will die too.”
Blades stalked coffin flowers.
The Last Supper tempera:
Napkin wrapped in wedding ring
Thirty pieced proposal, no!
Taxidermist wrote poems:
War town, pushed baby in pram
Flightless flock burnt in sun hearth.
Shoeless child cradles balloon
Asleep, floats drifts, sucked in skies.
Street artist sketch, red dot eye.
Published 5th Jun 2020
Author's Note
#ERULGCT 46. Umanoid xx Just some random seven syllable shorts. Feels like a 7 day. PLEASE ALL STAY SAFE
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5th Jun 2020 7:56pm
Shoeless child cradles balloon
Asleep, floats drifts, sucked in skies.
Street artist sketch, red dot eye.
And though this piece lends to very specific images, I landed in a abstract by Klee. It was wonderful
The bits, shoeless... not so subtle nuance to heavy atmosphere
Red dot a perfect arrival
Asleep, floats drifts, sucked in skies.
Street artist sketch, red dot eye.
And though this piece lends to very specific images, I landed in a abstract by Klee. It was wonderful
The bits, shoeless... not so subtle nuance to heavy atmosphere
Red dot a perfect arrival
6th Jun 2020 7:21pm
There is so much to unpack in this write, subtly assembled. Saudade is an interesting word. They claim there is no true translation, that it is something like missingness. Aurora bored seems almost a play on aurora borealis. That stanza is amazing. To see light in such a visceral way. The next stanza seems to me a play on the concept and the location of terminal. Illness is, when all is said and done, a point of departure. Contemplating the subsequent stanzas for a while now. Tempera is a fast dry paint as I recall. It's an interesting write, with stark images that speak of deeper meanings in the substrate. I want to go over it again when it's quieter.
