1.
Summer and winter
changed
folded together as
egg and oil are folded
in the bright and
stainless kitchens
of higher beings
than we,
hail and hot sunshine
juxtaposed
on a single Thursday
drive across the
desert’s vastness,
nature confused as
a platypus amongst
the ducks and muskrat,
but again feigning
that nothing at all is
wrong, that these things
have always happened,
unknown to us like
plate tectonics and
the dark spaces behind
the sun.
2.
Rewoven into the
tapestry, darker parts
not in the layout from
the first, subtle changes
to all the sweeps and
geometric figures,
thread colors unlike
those at first available.
Rewoven, the tiny helix
within, our software
codes knocked about and
shuffled, and so we grow
strange, sad and bloated
as frogs in the drainage
pools just beyond the
power plant’s chain
link fencing.
Rewoven, this sky
in new night colors,
reflecting the city
light against the stars,
reflecting a million
candlepower from
our cyclopean headlights
as they burn further into
the deep chronography
of slipped and unwanted
eons.
5 comments:
Ken,
I liked to try and create an atmosphere of danger and, as you said, menace in terms of repercussions about to happen, other shoes about to drop. On the other hand, I try to maintain a level of lyricism and pretty language that serves as a veneer, even if only an ironic one.
I know of the novel, though I haven't read it myself. The parallel seems apt, though it was an unknowing allusion on my part.
Thanks, Ken, for your continuing comments. They're always thoughtful and engaging. I usually have to look at my own work again and think of unconscious choices I've made along the way.
hail and hot sunshine
juxtaposed
Mood swings gone more awry than usual, on an atmospheric scale, eh? Heehee. ^_^ Oh, don't mind my unusually perky self. My mood has lightened, especially when I read the following:
confused as
a platypus amongst
the ducks and muskrat
I have always viewed the platypus as a curious creation. Hence my glee at the above-mentioned lines. *chuckles*
WOW some awesome poetry. And excellent comments here.
I have enjoyed my read.
Aloha.
Hello soulless nice to see you again.
Soulless,
Platypus references have to be good for something, right? I think they have to lighten the mood, and though there was an underpinning of seriousness in this one, I didn't want to make it too unrelenting. The bit about hail and bright sunshine is taken from actual experience. Sometimes, in the Arizona desert, the changes in weather are so swift and complete that you think that the whole world's gone mad.
Again, thanks for coming over. After a while, it's really the nice comments that keep us going, isn't it?
Shyloh,
Thanks for dropping in and saying hello. I'll have to go over to your site and look around. Glad you enjoyed my little poetry blog. Hope to see you back again sometime soon.
[[nothing at all is
wrong, that these things
have always happened,
unknown to us like
plate tectonics]]
Isn't that the truth! So much, so strange, yet that we're totally unaware!
Yet another good one my friend!
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