trapped
in a translucent sphere
-a snow globe you call it,
as if the chill inside
has something to do with the weather-
just us, with nothing
but pheromones and poetry,
our noses pressed to the
cling wrapped sky,
heads askew, searching,
never seeing the concealed hand
that unsettles our world,
bringing that sickly sweet
hot chemical smell,
and words that seemed to write themselves
across the empty pages;
in our own redolent bubble,
running through a steaming caldera
in terrain we have never seen,
where the earth smells of sky,
and the air is burnt bronze like the land,
churning the screaming sun,
where there are no whispered words
coated in fragrant saccharine,
just this unrhymed tumbling,
as eternity bakes
in the splintered light;
until the unseen arm
shakes our universe again,
scaring the chanting brahminy kites,
lined up like shamans on a cloud shelf,
and we slide down the plastic dome,
leaving a trail of sticky dreams,
mouthing new lines
that froth at the edge of its glassy lip,
just us, lost in pheromones
and poetry,
hands pressed against the cleaner side,
a scented verse of syrupy fear,
flowing in random lines,
around an estranged
chestnut brown wing.
just us.
Wow, lost in admiration. Not least because I am in awe of successful one-sentence poems, particularly long ones.
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Thank you Rosemary π
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“just us” … I like the way you embedded “justice” here, particularly since you repeated this a number of times.
These are my favorite sections:
“our noses pressed to the
cling wrapped sky,
heads askew, searching,
never seeing the concealed hand”
“running through a steaming caldera
in terrain we have never seen”
I LOVE the ending:
“flowing in random lines,
around an estranged
chestnut brown wing”
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Thanks so much Shawna π
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“pheromones and poetry”–love that π
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Thank you CC π
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So delicately etched. Lovely words.
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Thank you Wendy π
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It was all sort of dreamy until that unknown, unseen hand shook the world and altered it, if only for one moment. Have been living inside a world of words for so long, not sure I could or would even recognize another,
Elizabeth
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Thanks Elizabeth. It is the uncontrollable that shakes our world and we must find a way to go beyond it!
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Beautiful journey you took us…I esp. love ‘our noses pressed to the
cling wrapped sky,’
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Thank you Humbird.
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There is nothing I can add… π It has all be said with accuracy.
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Thanks ZQ. Appreciate your comment.
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You entertain quite well with your words. I loved this piece from beginning to end. thanks.
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Thanks so much James.
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Just us with pheromones and poetry – what a great place to be. I’m so impressed with your imagination that births these wonderful images. So lovely!
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Thank you Myrna. Appreciate your comment greatly.
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Oh my. This is so good. The earth smelling of sky is the best!!
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Thanks Carol π
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You’re welcome.
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The imagery in this poem is stunning. Very lovely, so many very original images . I floated all the way down. I especially loved the shamanic kites.
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Thanks so much Sherry… I felt the snow globe worked with the image of being trapped and not being able to do anything about it….
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What an image you have swirled in this snow globe….absolutely loved:
‘our noses pressed to the
cling wrapped sky,
heads askew, searching,
never seeing the concealed hand
that unsettles our world’
You can create such powerful images!
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Thanks so much Donna
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I enjoyed a lovely surreal journey through your words.
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Thank you Mary
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yours is a huge canvas with words churning fantastic images…you make me think of ice and fire juxtaposed…it’s a delight to read your poem….
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Thanks so much Sumana
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I wouldn’t mind being trapped there! π
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This is soo dreamy π
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Thanks Sanaa…
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Reminds me of The Bell Jar except more cheerful and celebratory being stuck in a snow globe of words -‘just us, with nothing but pheromones and poetry’ (great line) – sounds pretty good to me
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Thanks Jae Rose… π
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The image of the snow-globe to show relationship is so apt. I see how sitting outside watching on that chill… I wonder if our warm hands could melt it…
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Being trapped by forces outside your control can be quite chilling…thanks Bjorn.
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Ha ha, I wish I had a poetry blog. This popped up on my twitter account today. I am glad someone sent it to me.
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Oh through Twitter… great! thanks π
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Hi Rajani,
I am so impressed with your thoughts, reading your words is like taking a walk right through your beautiful mind. Your poems are so nice that I had to read them again and again sometimes to enjoy them and sometimes to make sure that I understand them right. You do have a way with words. I will be on the look out for the next one. Thanks!
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Thank you for your kind comment. Do you have a poetry blog too? How did you find mine, if you don’t mind my asking.
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Powerful stuff, boss. This is the first work of yours that I’ve read, and I love your ability to conjure up vivid word-pictures.
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Thank you … looking forward to your next visit π
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This is fine writing, truly fine.
Best always
john
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Thanks so much John. Appreciate your comment greatly.
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