I try to follow
the lines of this anecdoche,
this conversational farce,
as it fidgets and stumbles
over its own damaged structure
careening all over the place
it lingers over meaning
for mere seconds only
like a damselfly
hovering over a skiff
the musician in me
is enchanted by
the protruding and ebbing
of weirdly jumbled sounds,
backlit by a constant buzz
the pragmatist in me
turns bitter with resentment
at the resonance of chaos,
impeding linear thought
and orderly communication
amidst linguistic tangles
I flirt with the thought
of instant transmigration
into the body of said damselfly
fluttering over tranquil waters,
not bothered by any of this
In response to mindlovemisery’s Wordle #119 ‘July 25th, 2016’
Keywords: Damage /Backlit/ Resonance/ Bitter /Fidget /Skiff /Protrude /Anecdoche Damselfly /Transmigration /Careen
July 25, 2016 at 9:01 am
Marvelous poem
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July 25, 2016 at 9:40 am
Thank you, Manuel 🙂
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July 25, 2016 at 1:46 pm
My pleasure, remember to smile cause you matter
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July 26, 2016 at 10:16 am
My pleasure. Always
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July 25, 2016 at 9:54 am
I really love the opening stanza as well as the 4th stanza (the whole poem is fabulous but those two stanzas really spoke to me), the imagery in the closing stanza where you wish to become a damselfly is also wonderful
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July 25, 2016 at 9:57 am
Thank you.
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July 25, 2016 at 3:56 pm
Excellent, evocative imagery created throughout poem. I love the shifting perspectives.
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July 25, 2016 at 4:36 pm
Thank you.
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July 28, 2016 at 8:56 pm
🙂
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