Sunday, April 3, 2011

'S No Right

Photo by: India Hobson
Submitted for "One Shoot Sunday" at onestoppoetry.com

Perception
‘tis the most pretentious notion
Thoughts of one as fair
‘tis not fair, the fairytale

Beasts of burden
What’s the purpose, porpoise? Poisoned, your apple
Admirable admirals, set the sail
For sell : Self, for rent.

Setting sights as the sun sets
The brightest star in view
Her eyes on
Horizon

Still Frame

Mirror, mirror, where for art my castle?
Lip service to amphibious frogs
Sermons in the bog; fogged
The memory, white horses lost

Grimm faced brothers
Reapers who sow, sorrow
Their thoughts, dwarfed red
Heartfelt supernovas in wait

Weight

Heavy, ‘tis the head, wears the crown
Comatose to see
The forest, the tree
Holy wood, Arbor Mist

Why so  cross?

No touch of lip
Nary an ambivalent embrace
Nor a profession of progressive affection
Could handle the spell of these bees

A definition, A verse to appease

In royal courting we create
Daily narcissism we live
Our blood runneth thick
Blue & Red

Mixed, in purple
The people eaters

In vein.

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11 comments:

  1. dustusApril 3, 2011 at 8:32 AM

    Ha! Excellent, Pounds. I'm chuckling over the coincidences in our responses. lol nice

    "Nor a profession of progressive affection / Could handle the spell of these bees" Powerful line taken both in and out of context. Great wordplay and control of sound flow interspersed with staccato rhythm throughout. The title rocks too.

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  2. Brian MillerApril 3, 2011 at 9:11 AM

    this is lovely...all the alliteration and quick rhymes create a marvelous flow for your message...nicely played.

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  3. hedgewitchApril 3, 2011 at 9:20 AM

    I like the way you've mixed archaic and contemporary images and language here, along with your usual blended word play throughout--the line adam mentions caught my eye as well, also "..Lip/service to amphibious frogs/Sermons in the bog; fogged/The memory, white horses lost..." with its neat list of fairytale cliche skewered. This particular prompt seems to be addressing that part of the psyche.

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  4. James RainsfordApril 3, 2011 at 10:46 AM

    I love the opening lines:

    Perception
    ‘tis the most pretentious notion
    Thoughts of one as fair
    ‘tis not fair, the fairytale

    Really intriguing and drew me into this like a snake charmer. There is intense imagery here. I especially liked:

    Grimm faced brothers
    Reapers who sow, sorrow
    Their thoughts, dwarfed red
    Heartfelt supernovas in wait

    A really thoughtful and well constructed response to the photo. Well done.

    Kind regards, James.

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  5. AnonymousApril 3, 2011 at 10:49 AM

    Pretty clever writing and I really enjoyed this layered response. Fairytail intermingled with reality. Whatch out for those people eaters

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  6. GlynnApril 3, 2011 at 1:57 PM

    You've taken the photo and pulled out of it a host of images, allusions and a sense of centeredness (or self-centeredness, which a mirror suggests). Great poem.

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  7. signed...bkmApril 3, 2011 at 3:07 PM

    Really like the whole piece the twists and turns...the mirror, mirror that preception of frogs and white horses...nice to meet you at One Stop....looking forward to more...bkm

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  8. Templeton's furyApril 3, 2011 at 6:29 PM

    i like your brain brian

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  9. Ann GrenierApril 3, 2011 at 9:43 PM

    Innocent narcissism in the mirror, is that an oxymoron? Not a trace of obvious self centeredness in her eyes but you see it because you know it is there.

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  10. FrikoApril 13, 2011 at 3:52 PM

    Not easy for me to follow; surrealism takes me a while.
    But I will persevere.

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  11. amfApril 17, 2011 at 4:56 PM

    simply brilliant...love your word play, how it carries without missing a beat nor losing punch...inspiring write/read ~

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