Phenomena

I am only but perfect:

Radical seashell of sleek glass quite pale,

Like a dream, paper-screened swastika.

 

Thus the spectators lean in to bleat

Rancid “aahs” on the snow globe o’ me, bottled tail

I am only but perfect!

 

&you, like the rest, blaze your rosy cheeks into the panzer plowed streets

To see a little flint strike off of me, an orb in my right hand of gilded shale

Like a dream, paper-screened swastika.

 

Star-like you plummet with a black streak

For ‘love’, plaster-eyed from the fog of feeling’s hail

I am only but perfect (?)

 

The latent sea is grinning, ever-sweet,

As it cradles you, now the little female

Like a dream, paper-screened swastika.

 

--But you cast off, earth-eyed at the brink

& distill the immortal black comedy of my veil

I am only but ‘perfect’;

Like a dream… paper-screened swastika…                                                  

 

       

Author's Note

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Reviews

For me it seems you're describing your pre-birth from inside of an Universal creatures womb you're laying in and observing all around you. But I can have it totally wrong... Nice puzzle poetry.

[VannahBanana]

It definitely sounds like surrealism, or something you've been mulling over for quite some time. I think some time in the future I'm going to come back to this and hopefully reread something new.

[Lawrence Parlier]

Surrealism? Dada-esque? Wagnerian tragedy? None of the above?
The rhythm and tempo, as always, move nicely. The imagery is stark and uncompromising. Nice job!

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

I don't really understand it, but it was beautiful.

[Alskar]

The more I read this piece, the more I like it. While the imagery is fragile and 'pretty', the message weaved in through the lines keeps the piece realistic. To me, the poem's speaker is fed up of attention they receive, in whatever form, and knows that in reality they are not as 'good' as the general perception, which I got from 'paper-screened swatsika' - as though there is a thinly veiled darkness in the speaker. The snow globe part I also liked - it especially captured this idea of ogling from the 'spectators' as the speaker is caught in this tiny snow globe, made to be viewed. The last stanza offers a change in the message - instead of irritation, the speaker's 'paper-screen' has been dissolved, and they lay themselves emotionally bare to the muse. What I enjoyed most about this poem was the mix of easy comprehension and, as always, top-notch imagery. Favorited.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I dare say you use words with deliberation and finality, well done, good read.