Lonely Night
“My
solitary watch I keep,”
Bill Monroe sings high lonesome.
“So
fare-thee-well I’d rather make
My
home upon some icy lake
Where
the southern sun refused to shine
Than
to trust a love so false as thine.”
**
a pile of yellow
toenail clippings
thought I threw
those things
out
with the nonchalance
of god
**
Yet, why be so theatrical
in your desolation.
In this way
the floor
speaks to me.
I think it means
.
and I think it is
the floor
**
Castaneda
asks, What is going to happen now, don Juan?
Nothing.
You won your soul back. It was a good battle.
You
learned many things last night.
**
(So perhaps that’s where it stands.)
Anna Chamberlain has us going to the edge of
meaning and sanity for tonight’s dVerse prompt. Well, anyway, that’s how it
seemed to me, as we discovered a variety of experimental poetry techniques. Take the time to read the article—Anna did a
great service in providing all the information, and there’s really no good way
to summarize it here.
ha. the toenails....and linking that to the nonchalance of god...nice...so theatrical in your desolation...some really strong elements in this nico...the last couple lines, earning your soul back...the author and his book...interesting patchwork in this...
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian--when the prompt came through I was listening to the Monroe song, and things just snowballed from there.
DeleteCreative write indeed Nico ~ Specially like: why be so theatrical/ in your desolation.
ReplyDeleteThanks Grace--that phrase sounds like something the floor would say, doesn't it?
DeleteLooked like a scene from a drama... shifting images, understandable theme and very creative.
ReplyDeleteI certainly liked it very much. :-)
-HA
Thanks HA--the last few weeks I've been exploring the way an agitated mind works (some from detached observation, some from personal experiences, unfortunately). It has led to some unusual poetry, from me anyway.
DeleteKind of a summary of a Shakespeare play, yes? Playthings to the Gods and all. Just joking. But there is a story here and I like it a lot--even the lone period sitting there.
ReplyDeletedang - the yellow toenail clippings... very cool mix in of emotions into this one... gives them the snippets the red thread to follow through
ReplyDeleteThanks Claudia--not sure why the toenail clippings seemed the most appropriate image for piercing loneliness to me. Weird, huh?
DeleteYes imaginations can go wild...the floor speaking hmmm what floor boards could tell us! Very interesting indeed!
ReplyDeleteThanks Di--the floor knows all the inner secrets.
DeleteLoved winning yoursoul back. Loved Carlo. >KB
ReplyDeleteThanks KB--if one can manage to win back his or her soul, it is always the best part.
DeleteI like it. Very much.
ReplyDeleteThanks Shanyn, I'm glad you liked it!
DeleteThanks Loredana--that line came from my first attempt at this experimental prompt. I scraped everything but this line, which seemed to fit what a floor would say!
ReplyDelete"scraped," of course, should be scrapped. It's never a good thing to drop your second "p."
ReplyDeleteInteresting juxtapositions, images--works as chance poetry. Good job.
ReplyDeleteThere are some powerful lines in this, the flow like stream of consciousness, yet more directed. I don't think we can divorce ourselves from sense and meaning, it is the natural tendency of our minds. However, it can be good to stretch those boundaries a bit and hopefully let in some air. Thanks so much for joining us!
ReplyDeleteNico, I like the change in POV and the uncertainty. And the toe nail clippings :) ~
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