(In short; describe a beautiful word before knowing its meaning.)
This week I thought I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I had a list of all these words I'd scribbled down while rereading Jane Austen's Persuasion; a list of words I've wanted for long to do something with and now was my chance. Hooray, this was going to be wonderful.
Or so I thought.
Turns out, when you have a long list of 'wishes' you risk turning them into Frankenstein when you start 'claying' with them all at once.
But I took the risk and I did it.
I created a monstrous glob of words.
So after some nasty swearing I wisely accepted my defeat and decided to start over and this time very modestly, with just one word. Hope it worked.
yours is a world I remember
in stasis
like slumbering primal sleep
a déjà vu
of beautiful frozen faces
memories
waiting for the thaw
anticipating to follow-up
on creation
all the while
patiently waiting
…
my hidden atavistic sensation
10 comments:
this is beautiful, spare poetry. Lovely.
'a déjà vu
of beautiful frozen faces'
This is a wonderful line. You have created some good imagery here. Good effort.
Great job. This poem read so wonderfully. I really liked "in stasis like slumbering primal sleep."
"in stasis
like slumbering primal sleep.."
This takes this verse to another level. Very well done with so few words.
gautami
Aphasia
beautifully crafted.
Very, very nice. You've done so much with just a few words.
My PT is up.
Well done.
The poem made me think of those moments of intuitive understanding that I cannot articulate - I just know that I know.
My first week with Poetry Thursday, enjoyed stopping by.
I love the line "like slumbering primal sleep." The type of sleep that is deep yet uneasy. Beautiful.
Compact niceness. What most of us strive for.
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