until the earth split,
the chasm dividing us like a riven bone.
Below, the damned, more numerous than lunatics in April.
Above, angels with hooked talons, singing for a drunken god in the stunned hour.
Sister! I called.
She answered, but faintly,
our common language already corrupted, scattering.
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for G Man's Friday 55 and for Fireblossom Friday at Real Toads.
wow - neither heaven nor hell sounds exactly appealing... :)
ReplyDeleteThat is lovely, powerful resonant!
ReplyDelete" Life is only a dream
and we are
the imagination
of ourselves. "
Bill Hicks
ALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
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Thank you for missing me ... I'm barely back to whatever normal was way back on March 3rd. SOOOOOO, tomorrow I sit down for a read of your poetry the last few weeks. Can't wait!!
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"Below, the damned, more numerous than lunatics in April."
ReplyDeleteLovin' that!
On my best day EVER
ReplyDeleteI couldn't come close to writing anything that poetic.
You operate on your own plane Lady!!
Your Indescribilbly Delicious
Loved your Haunting 55
Thanks for fitting me in your other prompt
I really appreciate it and am honored
Have a Kick Ass Week End
Only you can write a line like "angels with hooked talons,singing for a drunken god in the stunned hour". Wow.
ReplyDeleteNo safety, even with one's own kind, since losing that is hardest...a Crane-ish feel indeed, but far from bargain bin, more like out of most people's price range.
ReplyDeleteWow, Shay, this piece is so choice. The 'April' line reminded me of Edna St. Vincent Millay's 'Spring' poem, which is one of my favs of hers. You are so good at this poetry thing.
ReplyDeleteVery impressive!
ReplyDeleteJust superlative, Shay. You count words with amazing skill - not a one wasted - not a one out of place.
ReplyDeleteWow, that was fascinating. Cool, irreverent, stirring images.
ReplyDeleteHow strange the transformation when a once passionate lover, to whom we felt so close, so similar, can suddenly see us as a mix of crazy, dangerous and repugnant. This, at times, exposes the lie of what we call "love". [if I am anywhere close to your intent.]
Loved (and learned) the word "riven" -- ya got to love Norse words (had to look it up)!
Speculation (note: I am a poetic buffoon):
"the chasm" --"a chasm" ?
Fantastic prompt, Shay. And very touching Cohen quote.
A very Fireblossomy poem. Full of spirit and fire.
ReplyDelete"Below, the damned, more numerous than lunatics in April.
Above, angels with hooked talons, singing for a drunken god in the stunned hour."
I don't know how you think of such lines. Awesome.
nice...really interesting allusion to the break down of language/tower of Babel-ish, and the imagery as well of the damned and the angels...the angels seem just as menacing...
ReplyDeleteon one level this reminds me of a recurring dream i have had for many years ... but then this 'more numerous than lunatics in April' cracked me up, new york city in april is the poster child for these words
ReplyDeleteOne of these days I'm going to skeak into your storage closet and look in that 'golden fleece trunk' of yours that stores all those phrasiologic treasures.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I love your, Ms. Simpsons' and Jones' book: Gemini/Scorpio/Capricorn
Wonderful write
I love the phrase "stunned hour." Only two words but makes my mind think of all kinds of things.
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Another stunner, Shay! I, too, love the "lunatics in April" line. I wish I could come up with lines like that!
ReplyDeleteThe last line is so haunting...
ReplyDeletecommon language is so hard to find and then to lose it... Yes, you are good at this "poetry thing". :P
I feel repetitive saying Wow, but that was my response! Can't even pick a favorite part--all very strong.
ReplyDeleteFlawless. This is unbelievable pain masked by a perfect poem.
ReplyDeleteThis speaks loudly!
ReplyDeleteAnother of my kind..power words in a powerful world..
ReplyDelete... the lunatics in March are glued to their TVs drowning in basketball. I should know, I'm one of them.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, the poem is wonderful.
Each line is a gem!
ReplyDeleteI keep reading the poem and I can't get enough...
You do so well with that language, corrupted as it is. Stellar write Shay.
ReplyDeleteIt's such a tragedy when once together but now apart. What can one say of the gamble of love! Nicely Shay!
ReplyDeleteHank
magnificent hinting of the stark!
ReplyDeleteAwesome and powerful words. Beyond what ever I could think of...WoW.
ReplyDeletePeace
Siggi
You amazing me. Again.
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When you lose your closest friend there is nothing left to console yourself. Even the angels appear to be vultures.
ReplyDeleteI loved ->I ran with another of my kind
that portrayed the close ties which got separated and then everything darkened.
Just wow!
ReplyDeleteargh, what's the point, then?
ReplyDeleteyou remind me of Gerard Manley Hopkins
ReplyDeletewords so wonderfully woven
that when read aloud jeté and pirouette off the tongue
and i have no idea what in the hell you are talking about
Cheers!
JzB
A cool post, like a riven bone ~
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