Many thanks to Edgar Allan Poe and Natalie C, without whom this would not have appeared.
Rationality transmutes to invisible,
Periods of pertinacity emerge from my disposition,
Reminiscence of sensations
I recourse with retinence to deny desire,
Living in corrective exactitude
I am the embodiment of elevated endurance,
Circumspection designing nuances of a consummate indication
Observing my vogue of a deviant predicament.
Prospection discriminates through light,
Presurmising recognition of an untrodden guise,
Encountering this inexpressible desperation,
Reacting in an instant I undertake to confide,
Pressing forwards on indifferent sharpened engrave,
To succour a disclosure of concealed assertions.
Disenchantments are expurgated, flushed afar
Whilst endeavouring the discover of symmetry,
Internal in fissures of capricious existence,
Plundering transcendental until no resistance
Retaining an everlasting gaze,
Attentive to liquidity flowing,
Fulfilling a pulsation of enduring vitality.
Scarlet rust, viscous fluid,
No occasion did I solicit my retrospections
That this prevelance would hitherto propound
A power within this eternally severed sufferance,
Impudently persuing this sombre passage
Penetrating into a cosmos so precarious.
Prohibited sympathiser, so silent,
Charmer of my affections,
You grip and possess me.
Ligature binded with longing, you have decieved me,
Impetuous for your enravishment,
Now relinqished in the unilluminated
Only visible as the emanation of a breathing immolation
Exposed, alone, cloaked forever in captivated crimson.
I have a complete volume of Poe, but am yet to reach the poetry because the stories are slowing me down; I can't handle more than about two a day, because his style sometimes irritates me. I bought it FOR the poetry though, so I really should hurry up...and it was because lots of reviews on the Cafe kept referring to him, comparing the work of others to it.
So I can't yet comment on how 'Poe-esque' I felt this to be.
Good flaunting of an extensive vocabulary; the resonance of all these words and phrases was pretty cool."Endeavour[ing]" is used in the third and fourth stanza - if not deliberate, I suggest finding an alternative for one of them; the repetition stands out because so much effort has gone into creating a piece consisting of lesser-known words.
I like this poem, it is mesmerizing to me.. i really like the title, t drew me in and i am not dissappointed.. wonderful write, Gary,, very much enjoyed it ..
Chloe
xoxo
Love this loie :
Observing my vogue of a deviant predicament.
Extensive vocabulary but somehow i know the word meanings lol so it is not that far out of reach for those of us who are not well 'vocabularized'.. good work.
Quite complex language here... must get a dictionary for some of the words. It flows well when read... must have caused you a bit of bother to put together...
...thank god for online dictionaries! the sad thing is, well besides that esmerelda needs to be admitted to a psychiatric ward, is that this is such a captivating piece. but due to the intimidating vocabulary in this piece many get turned off. the same who love this type of stuff...granted you can't write for everyone.
flow was sacrificed for intelligence...i don't know which is more important to you or to the specific reader, but one can never go wrong with a healthy balance of flow, intellect, and literary technique...
"scarlet rust"...i'm trying to find a big word for "brilliant" haha! but yes that was beautiful and brilliant...i'm tempted to plagiarise! haha!
last piece i promise lol; esmerelda is absolutely messed up...and maybe without that vocabulary of yours, her psychosis would not have been as vivid, as saddening nor as capitivating...great, great write...
When I come to read you, I can be sure: I will learn new words...you are master in using unusual words. how you do it? This was a deep piece about a aloneness within one self. Great piece. I liked 4th stanza... with scarlet rust... wow.
I think it's safe to say I'm with JohnL on this one. I'm way too short for this poem as it soars way up over my head. When my brain is a little more fit...I'll come back and see if I can't give you a proper review.
I wouldnt be able to say if u did Edgar Allan Poe justice but i can say that this poem has such rich language in it and takes ur imagination to a new level.
here those words were flowing intensively and unusual way. Other than in your other poems, even very intensive stanzas. Interesting observation - the one of Orlando. good job !