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Jul 15, 2012
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C h a r n e l . . . H a u s
A sturm of flights
Geist dressage
seeping tear stained
beneath the shroud
Here is lightning
laced as silk
through jagged
runs
the pivotal hoops
and thunder
stark like a Gods
cough
to open minds
to seek horizons
beneath the comfort
Dead Zones of acclimation
where even elephants forget
in mists where shadows
depart
the breath of the great sleep
the perfume of
it
slipping like a drug
beneath the occupant
heart
hungry as a ready
bird to climb on wings
steadier then flesh
devouring the past
for journeys end
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
BlueDemon77
13 years ago
Powerful
On of Carlos Castaneda's Yaqui Indian teachers told him: "Death is a companion that walks at your left side your whole path through life. When your time comes, he reaches out and touches you." Anne Sexton wrote: "when Death reached out to touch (her character) she didn't say Why, but "OH". You've written another fantastic piece that lives up to its subject matter. The imagery is crisp, vivid, and slightly macabre. And I am happy to see you incorporating some internal and end rhymes. Wesley will be overjoyed.
To end on a little bit of levity Woody Allen said: "I'm not afraid of life or Death, it's the transition that worries me."
Another powerful poem. I'd be considering publishing if I were so consistently good.
Ron
Blue Demon77
Esker
13 years ago
read Carlos books and Ann's
Live and Live yet again
but to die
and remain dead
the silent hill
Houdini didnt escape that trick
and sexton remained in park
driving for somewhere
and Kerouack subdued that hue
with alcohol
having lived close enough to the edge
for years and watching others
there are no answers to anything
and the less I understand about life
all I can do is keep going and to write
poetry
Life for lifes sake sometimes
BlueDemon77
13 years ago
You feel it too then
I'm not a tortured artist I'm a normal guy, but a part of my passion for poetry is that you can be as good as you want to be and not have to end your life.
Ron
Geezer
13 years ago
You always...
thrill me with phrases I wish that I had thought of, and am tempted to steal.
And thunder
stark, like a god's
cough!
~ Gee
Esker
12 years 12 months ago
Experience
In vivid dreams that terrify
and wily wake
Or life walking in the torrent
waking in the torrent of rain
the primal keen thrill
of life
while thunder shatters from
the crack of might quite near
and close
this was my weekend
then
the water coursing down the
lot road carrying the scraps
of mans delights
to the mouth of the iron gate
drain
the underground rivers
swallowing clouds christening
The gulls pushed by the furious
gusts
heeling on their sharp white wings
like upset angels
swallowing the fear
and describing it here
We use what we use my Friend
You are welcome to these phrases!
Poet Esker!
Ian.T
12 years 12 months ago
Steve
A stark look at the thing we are supposed to be fearful of.
That final step to oblivion or what some will say Judgement day, letting go is the hardest for us to do.
As the doctoring and brainwashing we have been through most of our lives makes our end time something to be feared.
Ron, refer'd to the Yaqui Indian culture, that during the 1600's became their own brand of Catholic's.
I feel for those people that probably had a decent culture before western corruption took them down that path.
Even their myths have disappeared into that religious claptrap.
Oops, soap box found itself under my feet lol.
I loved this write as usual mixed with its own brand of how,
Yours Ian.T